(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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That’s … I’m almost lost for words. Gentle, caressing, caring. Not the words one usually associates with fire. Good one. 🙂
Thanks much! As usual your words are the spark that fuel my inspirations!
Such a flatterer; I could almost believe you. 🙂
Ha ha! Please do. Belief is more powerful than any medicine ever discovered!
Tis true. Witness the effects of NLP! 🙂
Interesting reflections on fire
Beautifully put together from start to finish.
Thank You so much!
Loved that and your choice of words.
I had to read it twice. Enjoyed the words and the atmosphere you created here, and the possibility of future joy.