Afterglow

The fire nestled itself nicely between the sand and the crook of the sun-bleached log, right where the ground used to separate its visible and invisible universes. To the left of the fire, massive roots began like thick, wooden legs, each traumatically amputated above the knee. To the right of the flames lay the first 25 feet of the once proud trunk of the derelict tree. Now it was being slowly eaten in two by the hungry tongues of flame which flickered and danced up and around its girth, l...