Summer heat will bring the smoke that rises in fall, after we've forgotten what it's like to run away from smokestacks above houses and flames that lick our backyards. The rain won't wash it away-- no water will come. Even if it pours, you can't put out this flame. It lives on inside each of us, seen too many times by youthful eyes.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I know it was super short, but I’ve honestly had so many short bursts of inspiration lately. My mind is all over the place, and I’m just trying to get every idea down on paper. If you know what California fire season is like, this piece is probably a clear reminder of late fall the past few years. Hopefully it’s not too bad this year on top of everything else…fingers crossed! Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 