Flashes of Fiction: Memory Pyre

Hey. Tirzah here.

My character has started a new weekly challenge for me. This task is to write a flash fiction piece of no more nor fewer than 100 words (commonly known as a drabble,) based on whatever prompt I find, every Tuesday.
Consider yourselves encouraged to write a drabble of your own, based on the prompt or otherwise inspired by the vignette below. 

Today’s Prompt:



It was an odd and unobtrusive arson, they thought, as such crimes went. Just the one, just that year, no others to suggest a pyro on the loose. What vandal would dig and dampen furrows around their target for safety? And what vandal would target the barn, old as men’s memory, rotting and unused and falling down in the fields?

It had stood in a grassy no-mans-land-anymore, of service only to birds and cats and teenaged romantics looking for a spot not to be bothered. Nothing but a half-lamed repository of memories.

He’d thought that would’ve made the reason obvious.


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