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The Lava Fields

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This lil piece of flash fiction is my first attempt at taking on a writing dare offered by @StoryBandit on Twitter:



The notes for the next arrival were brief:
Returning client. Round 3; last chance. 

The client was overweight, angry and sneered rather than spoke. There had been no absorbtion of life-lessons. 

I led him to the lava fields, explaining about the power of the volcanoes to burn off, cleanse; to forge afresh before re-birth to a new life. 

He strode, jeered, mocked the volcanoes. 

The lava moved. The client didn't notice. 

I turned away. The lava would claim and the volcanoes would feed eternally. 

His jeers fell abruptly silent. I knew it was over when I smelled smoke. 


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  1. Michelle Kelly7 December 2014 at 06:22

    This is awesome ReeD! So sharp, so caustic, so evocative!

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  2. ReeD with a Bee7 December 2014 at 09:52

    Thank you so much Michelle! I never thought I'd take such pride in having the term "caustic" applied to my words, but I so am! *head swells noticeably as goofy grin grows*

    And thanks for taking the time to come visit :)

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