The fire burned out of control, ignited by a single spark. It was a simple flick of ash that swallowed everything in its path. Flames erupted, hissing and spitting, taking the land with it. As more and more embers sparked, my eyes caught a glimpse of her standing there, cloaked in black. She looked frozen in time, out of place among the raging inferno. I called out to her, but she ignored me. Perhaps she didn’t hear me. I called again. She seemed startled, not knowing someone else had been close by. She kept her head down and her hood over her face so I could not see her. I walked closer to her, but the heat from the flames pushed me back. Yet, she stood there, unaffected by the destruction occurring around her. There was a flash, an explosion, as the fire hit a gas line. I looked again, and couldn’t find her. Suddenly, there was a calm, an almost autumn like breeze brushing by me. The fire tamed, leaving behind a plume of smoke, where once she stood.

 

Writing Prompt: The Embers Erupted – Day 28/30

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