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To Bare a Flame
by Asena Lourenco
I guess I’d never given much thought to death.
But all I knew was that it came by a series of unexpected turns.
Or at least for me, for I didn’t see it coming.
The wind freshened the night’s sticky heat and the dripping blades of grass sparkled as they did routinely, what could have been amiss?
And in the same way, the soles of my black patented heels rubbed my blisters in an unpleasant manner as I walked up the driveway, just as they did every other Friday night. The flickering lantern on the porch was lit to greet me as it always was, the only change was that he wasn’t. Although, it wasn’t exactly like alarm bells sounded in my brain at this, no, I merely thought that perhaps he was buying another loaf of bread, or something of the sort. And so, I continued into our home, resting my aching feet on the coffee table, whilst awaiting my love to return home, and he did just that. As I heard a car door shut, I wandered back into the fading dusk. But now something really was amiss. The warmth of the familiar lantern had been switched for three tall candles, and instead of being greeted with my husband holding a warm loaf of bread, I was greeted with him, holding a bread knife.
Fiction © Copyright Asena Lourenco
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More about Asena Lourenco:
She would like to be a teacher and writer when she grows up. She also loves cats and babies!