Dear Stranger

. . . .
The red flames teased the tips of my fingers
as its warmth traveled along my hand, the
vibrant colors danced across the bark of the
trees.

Its beautiful destruction flickered drops
of red into the irises of my eyes as the
teasing flame traveled up my arms and
across my mouth. Like a hand claming down,
it muffled the desprate sounds that escaped
my burning lips.
. . . .

Fire - Chapter 9