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.