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