Softly the flames transformed the snowflakes into steam returning to the heavens. It did the same to my precious memories as I watched my house burn to the ground. My iPhone had died in the fire. It was actually one of the first things to light up, and to be honest I felt relieved. Slowly the fire sated itself and more of the snowflakes were surviving their journey to the remains of my life. I began to shiver as the warming fire of my former life sputtered and died. I waved at my fill in corpse as I headed into the forest behind my former house, confident that the falling snow would cover the transition into my version of the afterlife.
Reminds of Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen. Nice story.
Thanks. 🙂