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.

 

~3.4.12.10.~

 

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