Poems

Flashfire opening paragraph


“The creaking of the wagon never bothered Flashfire. It was a sound he heard everyday. It was steady, like a heartbeat, sure and solid. It signaled travel, and it made his itchy feet less itchy. It was a sound of permanence. People might not understand how a wagon, that traveled endlessly, could be a symbol of permanence, but that was because they thought of a single place as home. For Flashfire, the  entire world of Cerulean was home, and no greater contentment could be found than walking its length from end to end, like a proud homeowner, making sure every part was properly tended.”