Phoenix – Five Sentence Fiction

July 2, 2015July 2, 2015freyathewriter 8 Comments

He left me seared, inflamed, incandescent.

I drew myself up, determined that my inner fire would rise from the embers.

Singed and scorched, I breathed, hot air searing my lungs.

My spirit had been burned, but not doused completely.

I will rise and set the world alight once more.

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here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this photo for our inspiration. Please do visit here to read the entries from other writers who love to keep it short, and yet still full of meaning.

Atonement

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They say that full thickness burns are painless
though the epidermis never truly heals.
Tight scars engulf you –
if you’re lucky, you survive the onslaught.

Me, I look exactly as I was before,
so the immolation must have been minor,
or so others say.
Scratch beneath the surface
and you will reveal the echoes of what was said, or worse –
left unspoken.
The air still hangs heavy between us,
leaden, oily, ready to ignite.

Oh, we had a spark alright
but left uncontrolled
with no firebreak between us
inflagration was inevitable.

To all, to all, but us.