PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
The bonfire did nothing to keep me warm. I shivered. Two
decades ago, the scene was
different. We held hands, sang songs, danced to our
own tunes. Life was good.
We did not realize that we were making memories for life.
For me they were not always
pleasant.
The frozen frames were dull with passage of time but the
effect was vivid. I tossed the
photos into the bonfire as they scattered with
the wind to be engulfed by the tongues of
raging fire.
Only ashes remained as residue. Tonight I will sleep soundly.
My heart is light.
written for : Friday Fictioneers. Thanks Rochelle Wisoff.
https://ideasolsi65.blogspot.com/2019/02/the-bonfire.html
ReplyDeleteSometimes you just have to let go
ReplyDeleteDear Kalpana,
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like she was able to let something go. Very healing.
Shalom,
Rochelle
It is healing for her soul.Thanks Rochelle
DeleteIt sounds like she's moving on. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteShe is. Thanks Sandra C.
DeleteA lot of anger and bitterness inside. Hope you sleep well tonight.
ReplyDeleteThe protagonist will sleep peacefully devoid the bitterness. Thanks Abhijit R.
DeleteSad tale.
ReplyDeleteNow it is not. She has embraced peace. Thanks mridula.
DeleteThis is beautiful. The closure of the past is well-conveyed.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lisa R.
DeleteI hope the peace she found is for keeps.
ReplyDeleteHope so, Linda.
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