The Flames

The fire burned.

I watched it, enjoying the dance of the flames, the ebb and flow, rise and fall.

But all too soon, the fire stopped dancing and started dying. So I looked for more to feed it.

I found a few pieces of wood, and fed the flames, but it wasn't enough, not for flames worthy of the fire.

So I improvised, and grabbed anything that would burn, some bound papers, anything that would help.

The fire burned once more.

But then the alarm went off and I was forced to leave the fire behind, temporarily.

It caught up.