(Photo Credit: Anshu Bhojnagarwala)
The burning embers blazed away. Dazzling and diaphanous in their narrative, the dancing flames were both purifying and annihilating. Fire cleaves; flame liberates; flares unshackle. The incandescent yellow wonder was Venky’s Ash. Ash, of her big beautiful eyes, cascading and tumbling locks, an iron will and a heart of gold. Gold, the yellow metal; gold, the same colour as fire. Over a glass of high quality Beefeater Gin and Tonic, when he told her he will wait as long as it takes for her to agree, she smiled. A smile whose radiance put even the glory of flame to shame.
(Word Count: 100)
This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE
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