Burned trees and scorched earth tell the story of what happened here.
I can barely recall details of people, names, and places once so intimately familiar, nor the life that was, for a time, lush and green as the woods. A flash – a single moment – and everything changed. This once-thriving forest is now unrecognizable.
Fire consumes all.
I can see smoke rise from the embers of the life I once lived.
And where there is smoke, there will be fireweed thriving in places touched by flame.
I used to be someone else. Now I am the fireweed.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes fireweed. You can use it as the plant, a flower, a metaphor or as the name of someone or something. Go where the prompt leads. Burn bright when you write.
Also joining the crew over at Ivy Walker‘s blog for Six Sentence Stories. Each week writers are challenged to spin a tale in just six sentences.* This week’s cue is SMOKE. Click on the link right here to read some great stories and link up to share your own!
*I do realize I have eight sentences, not six. I’m over it.