F is for Fire


She sat on the damp ground, her arms curled around her legs up against her chest. Her eyes never left the fire to look around at everyone talking and chattering mindlessly, nor did she speak to anyone. It was like she wasn’t even there, a simple shadow you had to step around. Silent and still she remained there simply watching the fire dance and grow before losing all its ambitions and turning into embers hot to the touch but soon just reduced to ashes. She wondered if that was all that life was, a fire slow to start too soon to turn into roaring blaze only to be reduced to ashes in the end.





Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s