#Friday Fictioneer – Burnt Memory

Cold and alone it sat,  forgotten by even time itself. Wispy fingers wrapped about the charred post, as she swept lightly over the thick layer of ash and dust. None dared enter her domain after the fire took the home. Countless hours she sat at the windows as the world changed about her.  The occasional mortal would catch her dancing among the ashes as she tried to appease the angry corpse that lay beneath. A small glimmer of light shone through the cracked brick and she sat there mesmerized by the small creation. Green curls rose up out of the ash and she smiled and was freed.

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