10/17/22 The Art of Fire

 The Art of Fire

She stared at the bright orange sun surrounded by pink clouds as it set. Evergreens lined the horizon, they were on fire, it was beautiful, her best work yet.

A fiery artist she called herself, making the environment around her more beautiful with the power of flames. She had no care for the place itself, only how it looked in the moments when everything burned.

Nothing she had done before quite met this scale. A home here or there, beautifully burning, some small wads of paper lit up in her own home, all small things compared to this. This forest on fire, illuminating the sky itself, was her greatest work yet.

The sound of sirens in the distance, panic from the smoke and flames, were all drowned out in her head. She was too amazed by her art to care about the noises, she needed to appreciate this while it lasted for she knew it would soon be gone.

Her art never lasted long and needed to be appreciated in the moment. Every fire she set, she would sit there, as long as the fire burned, just watching and taking in the magnificent array of colors.

Others too enjoyed her art in a way. Although horrified by the fire, so many would stop and take photos, finding it dangerous but beautiful. It always brought a smile to her face to think about it, her art would be immortalized by so many. Anyone who was impacted by her fire, would remember it forever.

This one she knew would be bigger than anything ever before. Helicopters flew over the massive forest fire, some bringing water but others with giant news logos on their side. ‘My art will be on TV,’ she thought, a tear of happiness running down her face.

She sat, watching as the last of her flames were put out. The sky however was still a lovely pink with smoke creating a softness to the sky. She sighed, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever created.


The End

10/17/22

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