Embers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story inspired by an Imaginarium House One Word Prompt.

Submitted: August 15, 2017

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Embers.

I feel like I have been tossing things on to this bonfire for hours. How did WE accumulate so much stuff over five years? We must have been spending and hoarding the entire time. Okay, I’ll admit it; mostly it was me, trying to buy your attention, perhaps.

It didn’t take long for you to start to want your own life away from me, did it? The first opportunity that came up to give you an excuse to leave me here while you went out....well, you kind of jumped at it, didn’t you!

And so while you were out making money, or at least that’s what I thought, I was surfing the internet looking for things that might entice you to stay home a bit more. It didn’t work though, did it? You just stayed out more and more, later and later. And yet I still believed that WE had a chance. Oh, what a fool I was, naive to the point of stupidity.

I honestly never saw it coming; the night when you announced that we were finished, through, over for good. You’d found someone else years ago. Suddenly your ‘overtime’ made sense, not to mention your long weekends away with the lads.

You were so cool about it all, clearly you’d never experienced even a twinge of guilt.

You packed your stuff and walked away. All those purchases I’d made with you in mind you just left; you didn’t even take one thing that I’d bought for you. And that makes me feel like I never knew you at all. For five years I lived with a total stranger.

That’s why I lit the fire. I don’t need this stuff all around me, flaunting this fact in my face. I built up a big pile, carefully started a fire at the bottom of the heap and stood and watched. There was something almost hypnotic about watching those things being eaten by the flames, turned to ash or melting before my eyes. I stood there and watched until the pile had turned to nothing more than embers.

Only now will I return indoors to look around again. If I find more things quickly I’ll fling it on, stir the embers and ignite the flames again. It’s going to look like an empty shell but better that than to walk in to a museum I’d created for you.

 

Inspired by the Imaginarium One Word Prompt -- Fire.




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