The Fire
Aug 8, 2024
The boy watched the fire. It was small, a hesitant spark in the twilight. He fed it twigs, dry grass. It grew, hungry and eager. The wind came, a cold whisper, and threatened to snuff it out. But the boy did not falter. He cupped his hands, shielding the flame. It danced, stronger. Soon a bonfire roared, a defiant beacon against the encroaching dark. From spark to blaze, a simple escalation of hope.
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