Aflame

The fire danced.

He watched the lithe amber silhouettes twirling and swaying.

They moved to their own frenzied rhythm, surrounded by a darkening gray haze.

Underneath their scorching feet, flesh turned to ashes, bones to dust.

He wished his friends could have appreciated the dance.

Their criticism was meaningless now.

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