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Scorched
by Elizabeth H. Smith

Through perpetual solitude and endless night she walked the barren Earth. Not another soul was to be found, not another voice to be heard, human or animal. Even the insects had quieted their nightly songs. The wind still whistled against the flat land, but it couldn’t hold a tune. Her belly hungered and her throat begged for cool water. Her muscles ached in complaint of this journey. But she continued on.

When she came upon an orange glow in the distance, her eyes widened, her heart skipped a beat. Her feet pattered against the hard soil as she ran toward the first tree she’d seen in as long as she could remember. It stood alone, engulfed in flames.

She stared while it burned. She felt the heat of it on her skin. She listened to the raging fire, the last fire, as it consumed the last tree ever to be seen. One final spark of life to ignite the darkness, before all blinked out and left a remnant void for all time.

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Fiction © Copyright Elizabeth H. Smith
Image courtesy of Pixabay

More About Elizabeth H. Smith:
Elizabeth H. Smith is a storyteller who writes while trying to keep her cat, Luna off the keyboard. The musical group, Rasputina is her muse. She was born in the state of New York and would never feel at home anywhere else.