THE DYING LIGHT

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.


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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

8 thoughts on “THE DYING LIGHT

  1. 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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  2. 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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    1. 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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