Fire always drew him, conjuring picturesque memories of sunshine. He recalled the profound impact of seeing his first glorious rainbow as a lad… O, how delightfully that sun had refracted through those suspended droplets!
Smiling, Vadim shook himself out of his reverie and, appreciatively, licked the last salty hint of blood from his lips.
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
- The Sunday Muse #215;
- Fandangoโs One-Word Challenge: ‘impact’;
- Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: ‘rainbow’;
- Sammi Coxโs Weekend Writing Prompt #264
The Skeptic's Kaddish ๐ฎ๐ฑ 
Wow! Quite unexpected and mysterious, David!
๐ Sara ๐
Oh, the things we miss when we become immortal…
๐ thanks, Dale ๐
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What an intriguing ending! Thanks for joining in, David. โค๏ธ
๐ Punam ๐
I was all set for something sentimental, hah! Excellent ๐
๐ thanks, Staarlz ๐
Youโre very welcome ๐
Quite an ending to a clever take on that image David!
๐ค ๐ Carrie ๐ ๐ค
Welcome chilly shivers in the heat of a Texas summer. ๐
๐ฅฐ Wyndolynne ๐ฅฐ
I’ll just back out slowly, holding my garlic out front, thank you!
๐ Annette ๐
Masterful four in one, David.
๐ Marion ๐
A brilliant take David, I too was caught by surprise at the end!
๐ thanks, Keith ๐