My life gathered round.
Eve, the passionate glowing flames, lightening the dark.
Martha and Olivia, flickering young embers floating playfully.
Mother and father, wisps of smoke dissipating.
The campfire warmth fades.
A life that burned brightly ends.
The cold shadow of night envelops.
Farewell, sweet Earth. I drift away.
Written for the Scottish Book Trust’s monthly 50-word Fiction competition. Write a story in 50 words or less based on a photo prompt – this month’s task was to write a story featuring a camp fire. More information HERE
Iain Kelly 
Thank you for following my blog. As a result I found your lovely fiction.
And you’ve gathered it together for a self-published book — Much more energy than I have!
This dying firelight writing is so evocative. Good work.
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You are very kind indeed! From your blog it looks like you have plenty of energy. I look forward to reading more of your work.
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More poetic than your usual writing. I decided to write my own bit of fiction and enter it. I’m not particularly interesting in winning anything, I just like to write.
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Same here James, it’s another prompt and a different challenge in just the 50 words. I was at a bit of a loss so decided to try something a bit different. Not sure if it’s particularly good, but I enjoyed the change.
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Gorgeous writing. It’s very poetic 🙂
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Thanks, not too confident with poetry, I know you write a lot of it so I’m pleased you liked this 🙂
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I very much do 🙂 Great job 😊
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