It’s that time of the week again and I will admit, that I am very addicted to the Friday Fictioneers. I had so many ideas when it came to this photo prompt I thought my head was going to explode all over my washing up. Eventually I settled down and came up with Little Firefly.
Huge thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for being amazing and giving us the opportunity to take part. And thank you to Roger Bultot for a very inspiring image.
By Heidi BusbyBrown.
Word count: 100
Fire engulfed the towering trees.
“You did this?”
The young boy cowered, his bottom lip trembling, a lighter clutched within his small fingers.
All around them life burned, by his hand.
“What are you?”
“Nothing… and yet everything.”
The boy frowned, “I’m sorry, the fire… it calls to me.” He coughed and spluttered.
The flames grew closer to him, reaching. Sweat trickled down the boy’s face mixing with his tears.
“You have a choice little firefly, die here… or come with me.”
She held the boy close, humming to herself as they disappeared into the flames.
Thank you for taking the time to read. I really hope you like my offering for this week. If you want to read more flash fiction from the Friday Fictioneers please click on the blue frog, you won’t be disappointed.