100 Words: Rebirth
May. 22nd, 2009 10:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dreamingaloudThe liquid chugged its way down to the floor, pooling around my bare feet. The smell was stronger than I expected. It assaulted my nostrils with a metallic tang. I inhaled deeply; half to calm my nerves, half to ascertain that this wasn't a dream.
It wasn't.
I had pictured this day so many times. Now that it was here...how should I feel? Morbid? Distraught? I didn't feel much of anything. My head was clear.
It's funny. Dad always called me his little firefly. Maybe he should have called me his little phoenix instead.
I lit the match.
It wasn't.
I had pictured this day so many times. Now that it was here...how should I feel? Morbid? Distraught? I didn't feel much of anything. My head was clear.
It's funny. Dad always called me his little firefly. Maybe he should have called me his little phoenix instead.
I lit the match.