Three Line Tales : The fire inside

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three line tales week94: little red riding hood, a girl in a red parka on a beach

photo by Alex Iby via Unsplash


A strip of black, ashy sand, white breakers above – a grey sky, heavy with sea mist that rolls in and out of the shore like a living thing.

Many would be driven insane by my monochrome world, by the endless crash of the waves, the screaming dip and soar of the gulls – but not me.

Inside me burns a fire of anger so fierce it will turn the sand to glass, boil the seas until they vapourise, leaving nothing but a crust of salt behind. The world will know me.


Written for Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tales. See here to join in and to read the other stories.

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