Burning the Bridge to Heaven

campfire

campfire

The night fire on the beach burned bright and hot. I stared into its warmth and chaos for hours. It held the end of everything I was, everything I thought I’d ever be. I could still feel blood dripping down my back. I cut off my wings and incinerated them.

I got the prompt for this one from Iain Kelly’s blog. He wrote a 50 word story based on the photo above in response to the Scottish Book Trust’s 50-Word Fiction Competition for March. Not sure if I should enter the contest, since I’m not particularly keen on “winning” anything. My story is exactly 50 words. Let me know what you think.

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12 thoughts on “Burning the Bridge to Heaven

    • Thanks, Kecia. Actually, after I originally posted it here, I entered it in the contest. Sounds like it’s a pretty popular venue, so I don’t hope to win, but it’ll be nice to know fresh eyes will be looking at my work.

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