The Soul
A drabble
By Twitchy
2 Nov 2003

He had left it far behind, back on that hard ground.

He was to remember this time in countless nightmares spread across nights of the deepest black. A blackness that was relieved by light so infrequently that sometimes he forgot what brightness was.

He left it far behind. It fell away from him with the flames and death. But he only needed to turn to see it blazing behind him with a fire that could never be quenched.

It was years before he turned and saw it, still shinning clearly.

His soul, not stainless, but pure in intent.

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FIN.