Campfire sprung to life.
"Do you think fire is afraid to die?" the boy asked.
"No. Why would it be?"
"It's always hungry, eating," he said.
"So are we. It's just fire."
The forest was quiet with the deep summer dark.
"If I could," thought the flames. "I would consume it all."
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Story Dust
RandomUnrelated micro-memories, fragments of unseen wholes, funny shorts, and pieces of poetic insight. The footprints that stories leave behind. * * * * * My Notes * * * * * 'Chapters' are between 200-300 characters each. Some, though not all, are true s...
