Flames of Death
You have to watch the fire, I was reminding myself of her words, nuzzle and care for it. Otherwise, it could light the whole world aflame. She was so nice, so wise, but so cryptic.
I breathed onto the spark until an ash jumped towards my nose, then lunged back. The rest of the air left my lungs as I attacked the tree. I'm so jittery now, since her death. That's the only reason I'm in these woods, for closure. It was this very spot where she once taught me to make fire for the first time. My own sister, ruthelessly killed, only one, short year ago. I now walk on pins and needles, vulnerable.
I must watch my anger, care for it, or it could fry my mind for years to come.
