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.
