The Red Flower

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Pic Credit Anshu

 

All his friends were enjoying around the bonfire. He excused himself and left, dropping a lighted cigarette in the peatland.

He stood at the cliff, enjoying the view. Fire looked beautiful like a red flower. He smiled.

He turned around and saw his fiance behind him. She had a burning stick in her hand. She just took a step forward and he fell down the valley. She murmured, ”every beast is scared of the red flower”.

Behind her, the helicopters roared with their Bambi buckets.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

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