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