This Story was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge, I am aware that Monday is but a dim and distant memory, but better late than never. 😉
You may also wish to read my previous entry for the 3-way challenge:
The Word: Reverence
Other word prompts include:
He stood gazing in reverence as the golden light bathed his face.
He had done something he had been meaning to do for many years.
He had finally cleared away the dust of the past. He had been meaning to renovate that dingy old house. It was full of memories that he no longer wanted to repress, but they were part and parcel of who he was.
Instead, he’d decided to torch the place.
He couldn’t help admire the beauty of that wonderful bonfire as it engulfed his past and delivered him from his own private hell.
The policeman put an arm around his shoulders and lead him back to the car with its blue flashing lights. He wasn’t afraid of the consequences, his memories had held more fear than anything he was likely to face and he was free of them now.
Fire is cleansing.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/November/2018