Fickle Vignettes

Vignette of Firebones

Absolution. The smell of smoke.

The ashes were warm around him, but soft on his skin like snow. As he lay there, the smoke curled into the darkened sky, and across his vision of it arced charred wooden beams burning red. He felt as though lying in the stomach of a great dead creature.

These were firebones.

"All I've ever wanted

is for a fire

to burn forever in the walls

and for someone else to watch it

with me."