The flames rose into the sky as she left the only stable home she had ever known. Orange tendrils climbed higher and higher, reaching as if to ignite the robes of God. And He sat, visibly crying, tears rolling down his cheeks as he watched her leave. Such a safe place for her, yet she ignored what He had given her and she walked away from it all . As the flames consumed the structures an acrid black smoke rose into the bluest of sky blue days, it's acidic smell burning the nostrils, and throats, but mostly incinerating the hearts of all who had been her family, the flames and smoke fueled by the pitch and creosote of the timbers.
The blaze died down to mere embers glowing in the evening's darkness with small wisps of smoke dancing from the coals. By morning only ash remained. No foundation, not a fitting, bracket, nor support beam, nothing to rebuild from; merely a long stretch of ash, knee deep if one were to walk through it. That is all that remained of the bridges that she burned.
The blaze died down to mere embers glowing in the evening's darkness with small wisps of smoke dancing from the coals. By morning only ash remained. No foundation, not a fitting, bracket, nor support beam, nothing to rebuild from; merely a long stretch of ash, knee deep if one were to walk through it. That is all that remained of the bridges that she burned.
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