Flames danced

The stranger looked past Kelly as the fire cleaned, hollowed, scoured the building. Flames danced in his dark eyes.

Kelly could not look away. The flames flickered higher and higher, the spinning blue lights behind her lit and shadowed his face.

Later, the sun coming up behind him darkened his face. The fire was dead but still they stood there, flames in his eyes still flaring.

He pulled the hood closer. He lifted her cold hand to his lips and blew gently on it. Time stopped. Blackness.

The stranger’s fingers were still linked with hers, the sun still rising. He began to walk away from the black dead building. Kelly followed and they ran side by side, fingers still locked together.

On the wasteland beyond the not yet burnt buildings they stopped, breathed heavily, the flames in Kelly’s eyes reflected in the stranger’s.

“Gonna do another one the mornin’?”
“Aye.”

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