Gone with the Fire!

This post is written for the Friday Ficitoneers after almost a year. I have butterflies in my tummy while writing.

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

While staring at the fire bonfire, Michelle could only think of the last night she spent in Rohelio’s arms.

 That cold winter night with hot chocolate, when they sat by the fire in her backyard making promises of never letting go. That night of an amazing love-making session and drifting off to sleep in those strong tanned arms. She started to dream of a life with him without any inhibitions, or responsibilities, money didn’t seem very important to him, is what he said.

The morning was when the reality hit hard, when she found him gone with her money, her car and her valuables, leaving her with nothing but a burnt log of ashes from the fire they were sitting beside the previous night.