I’m having that dream again.

The one where the firelight in your window never wanes. Where the brush of your tousled locks never sends a savage flame curling in the pit of my stomach.


I’m having that dream again.

The one where I stand, silenced. Simmering. Jagged ice grasping the raw skin of my feet.

The one where you sprawl, blissfully unaware, in that worn old armchair, a book in your lap and pipe between your teeth, as the echo of a wronged memory watches with an inferno blazing through her belly.

And so I twist. 



About this Story:
This drabble was written in response to Michael R Kiel’s first annual Winter Flash Blog Battle. Although I’d like to say I spent days writing multiple stories in response to Michael’s wonderful photo prompt (which was very much the plan), unfortunately, life got in the way and with two dogs falling terribly sick + a litany of other crazy events, I haven’t been able to get much writing done this month. Given that I was already unforgivably late with my Blog Battle submission, I decided to dig out my Pomodoro timer and just write without editing, overthinking, or revising. This is what I came up with!

I hope you enjoyed another one of my dark and twisted tales. Do check out all the other stories on Michael’s blog, and don’t forget to follow all the incredible participants on Instagram πŸ™‚

4 thoughts on “Winter’s Inferno

    1. Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed reading this. Not sure how I missed seeing your comment, so sorry about that. Things are still crazy busy here, but in a good way πŸ˜… I hope things are well with you, too!

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