The White Flower

"Hurry!" I screamed, running through the forrest as fast as we could go. Jumping over logs, and dodging trees.

Mom grabbed Brody and dragged him, red-hot trees fell around us, and the smoke too thick to see through. Fire stole all breathable air, and suddenly, I was light-headed. Knocked down by burning trees and pinned, I screamed as fire lashed at my skin.

Mom did all she could, she kept running.

Surrounded by fire and wildflowers, I thought. How beautiful, these white flowers burn.

Flash fiction-Write to rank 2020
Prompt:
The realization that you are in danger - 100w
"Dead or alive, you're coming with me." - 500w
Epic banter between good and evil - 800w
A stand-alone story/chapter - 1061w
Ride or Die - 1444w
Fantasy/Action - 1213w
Action+Writers Choice - 2500w