Friday 2 November 2018

#476 (Grief)

Hypnotised, I walked into the fire.
Written for Faber Academy's QUICKFIC from the following picture prompt: 

 A shot of what we can assume is the very top of a bonfire set against a pitch black sky. The fire is spitting gold and orange sparks across the sky like a firework. The flame is so bright it lights up the bottom half of the image in a warm golden glow. -Faber Academy's flash fiction competition #QUICKFIC
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