A small spark
A flicker, a flash
Blink and you miss it
A lone reaching flame
Small, steady, silent
Growing at both sides
A red hand waving
Calling for attention
Its journey begins
Rug, stool, chair, bookcase
Claiming them all
Flaring up, grasping
Ascending the curtains
Smoke pools above
Now unstoppable
All within is lost
Inferno rages
Anna Ross lives in North Yorkshire and works as a university administrator. She greatly enjoys reading and writing stories and poems of all shapes and sizes. Her short stories have been published across a range of anthologies. Though she is noted amongst her peers for writing literature with dark underlying themes and messages she is actually a very friendly person in the real world.
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