"We don't have enough firewood to survive this winter. We need to get rid of some of our belongings inside the house," my father said, looking at me.
"Dad, I can go out and gather firewood for us, just please don't burn my collection, my books!" I pleaded with him.
"Son, it's dangerous outside. You could freeze. We have to make sacrifices. You have thousands of books, we can burn some. Don't worry, we'll buy new books after this season."
"I understand, dad," I replied sadly.
I watched as some of the old books were thrown into the fire. I couldn't fight against the harsh weather. I could smell the words turning into black smoke, hear the characters in the stories crying out loudly, and feel their immortality fading away. They were now gone forever.
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INKTOBER 2023 #FLASH FICTION
Historia CortaThis is my output during the INKTOBER 2023. I wrote a Flash Fiction every day during the month of October. I hope you enjoy this simple compilation.
