Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Flash Fiction: Flickers in the Flame
Let it burn they told me. Flesh that burns itches. Or that's what I imagine it does.
They tie my wrists together.
Tight against the post. So very tight.
I can hear their screams.
The fire consumes. It purifies you. It eats the flesh away.
Pain? Just pain for a second. Pain fades. Like memories, they fade.
No more flesh, no more pain. The mob took my flesh from me. The witch hunt took me unto a pyre.
I'm still here. Burning.
Centuries mean nothing anymore, just flickers in the flame.