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;
- Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: ‘impact’;
- Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: ‘rainbow’;
- Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #264