Transformation

A Carrot Ranch Campfire Story told in 99 words

Written by Kerry E.B. Black

Fire’s magic transforms all it touches. Its gold infuses elegance into humble surroundings, and its heat warms human souls.

It dances across logs, graceful as a sprite. Its tongues send messages to heaven, wrapped in clouds of billowing gray smoke.

I squeeze my eyes shut. Blue-bright flames lit by hatred to creep up my skirts. Hair sizzles. skin bubbles. Pain sears as fragrant flesh pops from bone until all that remains is unrecognizable char.

My spirit clings to the spot of my assassination, but instead of damning my persecutors, I admire the flame’s artistry. Fire transforms all it touches.maxresdefault

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