DannyMay 2019. Day Fourteen
"Fire"
Ember sat next to the bar's counter, her short hair flickering without strength and making not a halo around her head, but only the effect of a light breeze moving it.
It sucked.
She had just been sent back to the Zone after another encounter with the annoying dipstick, another defeat.
She took the tumbler on her hand to her mouth, finding out the annoying way that it was empty.
"Hey!" She called to the ghost behind the bar, and when he looked at her she shook her cup, showing its empty state.
The other ghost rose an eyebrow, saying, "Are you even of drinking age?", but refilled it nonetheless.
"Is time even a thing here?" She shot back, emptying half her drink in one gulp.
Ember rested her forehead on the cool wood; her ma- hair wouldn't damage it, this wasn't her lair, after all, and she wasn't strong enough right now.
She sighed, passing a hand through her annoyingly short hair again, letting it rest there for a moment, feeling the flames lick her fingers, thinking of a long, fiery mane, the crowd cheering her name, chanting her chorus, worshipping her.
What had been robbed from her long ago, in a suburban house set aflame, consuming a broken heart within itself until there was nothing left but her ashes.