The Firefighter

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Fire covers the pine forest in copper hues, lighting up his eyes as he fights it.

At home his palms sweat. There are unpaid bills, his wife didn’t get that job, his kid was bullied again.

He drifts back to the fire at night.

On the burned earth, he breathes.

4 thoughts on “The Firefighter

  1. Christine

    Sometimes it’s easier to have a tangible enemy to fight, yes? Someplace we feel confident, powerful, instead of helpless.


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