Wildfire — Story Snippet
Nov 1, 2021
Like two ships passing in the night, they stared at one another.
The wind gave one last howl and died.
I died when I was born, and again when I was 4.
I’ve died 1000 times and every time I rise from the ashes like the Phoenix. If for some strange reason, the cycle breaks this time. The fire I carry has already sparked the hearts around me.
