Fire.
There was always fire, no matter where they went, no matter what happened.
Always the fire.
The crush of metal. The gurgle of gasoline. The whirr of engines. And through it all, the malicious crackling of the flames. He gritted his teeth, attempting futilely to block out the memory of the pain, the ever- present pain.
There was a fire that night, a small candle set on the floor. Around the wall were the lights- purple, green, white, gold. She buried her face in her hands, momentarily hiding the glow that kept her from being swallowed in the darkness.
The flickering light danced and swirled around the empty shell that had once held her soul. He tried to remember that it wasn't truly her, that her real self was safe, but his mind held fast to the image of her delicate body swallowed by light and melting into ashes.
In her heart there was a fire, and in her soul there was a fire, and in her hands there was a fire. There was no way her frail self could stand or withstand. She curled up tighter, forcing back the tears that threatened to choke her to death in its stranglehold.
Without a doubt there was fire. It was everywhere, hungry and devouring. It drained his mind, lapped at his strength, it sucked at his sight. Nothing was safe in its path. He clenched his fists, still feeling the hot breath on his face, and never remembering where it came from.
There was always fire, no matter where they went, no matter what happened.
Always the fire.
The crush of metal. The gurgle of gasoline. The whirr of engines. And through it all, the malicious crackling of the flames. He gritted his teeth, attempting futilely to block out the memory of the pain, the ever- present pain.
There was a fire that night, a small candle set on the floor. Around the wall were the lights- purple, green, white, gold. She buried her face in her hands, momentarily hiding the glow that kept her from being swallowed in the darkness.
The flickering light danced and swirled around the empty shell that had once held her soul. He tried to remember that it wasn't truly her, that her real self was safe, but his mind held fast to the image of her delicate body swallowed by light and melting into ashes.
In her heart there was a fire, and in her soul there was a fire, and in her hands there was a fire. There was no way her frail self could stand or withstand. She curled up tighter, forcing back the tears that threatened to choke her to death in its stranglehold.
Without a doubt there was fire. It was everywhere, hungry and devouring. It drained his mind, lapped at his strength, it sucked at his sight. Nothing was safe in its path. He clenched his fists, still feeling the hot breath on his face, and never remembering where it came from.