Ashes In The Wind
I remember it as if it was yesterday
the fire alarm was going off and the
scanner going crazy saying that “old
Victorian house was indulged in flames”
I then hear the fire trucks leaving the station
in the distance. I then hop in my car o see
where the fire was at. As I begin to approach
I pull my car over and get out and start walking
and that is when I see it a black/orange fairy on
the ground, So I bend down and pick it off the
ground and I asked it “what happened”, it told
me that “it was just flying until the wind blew
and lit me up”. I then ask “what kind of fairy
she was?” and she told me that “she was an ash
fire fairy and that she lights up every time the
wind blows.”. She said that “she didn’t mean
to start the fire it just happens when the wind
blows.” “so can you please let me go so that
I can be ashes in the wind once more.”. I then
take a breath of air and let it go in my hands
so the fairy can be ashes in the wind once more,
and then I see the fire trucks returning to the
station.
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