The Colours of Life

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

“I see trees of green, red roses, too”

The warm glow morning had crept up on the lone sleeper in the park.  In a few moments plants would be bathed in dappled summer light.  The warm yellow hues of sunlight spreading hope across the lawn.  The grass itself lush green, growing thickly entwined, and woven together like a Persian carpet of the finest kind.  It’s delicious softness better than any mattress.

Would he ever wake up to see the iridescent blue butterfly flitting through flowers?

The drink that ruled his life would leave him bereft of the colours of life.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

I missed the last two prompts struck down by a strange inertia that stopped me from contributing. Maybe the colour blue was involved.  But this is the start of a brand new year for me now so I had to put an entry in for the week.  Along with one of my favourite songs. 

The Liberating Fire

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The fire blazed, yellow flames crackling as I stood in front of the funeral pyre lost in my thoughts.  Once where there was life was now engulfed by the blaze.  

The ancients had said that when the body is burned the fire frees the soul.  The funeral hymn of the Vedas invokes Agni, the lord of the fire, minister of sacrifice, the giver of wealth. 

Is there life after death?  Do our deeds liberate us from saṃsāra, the cycle of death and rebirth?

The cremation was over and they could never do an autopsy now.  The fire does indeed liberate.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

I didn't think I was going to write this time having been knocked out by viral fever for the whole week.  But finally the meds do their thing, the fever and the aches subsides and I seem to breathe normally again (after sounding like Darth Vader this whole week).  So maybe that's why its a darker theme this week. 

But here is some lighter music to make it better.