The ashes were blown into the swirling gust of wind like confetti.

She stood back satisfied with her handiwork.

Now no one could tell what she had written in those love letters.

The betrayal had torn her heart apart and it hadn’t healed even after all those years, but today burning those letters written long ago brought her something she had been seeking.

Now she felt cleansed like all that guilt and sorrow had been washed off of her soul.

Now she could start living again!

Written for Six Sentences Story- Confetti, hosted by Girlie on the edge’s blog- Denise



85 thoughts on “Burned

  1. I was worried for a moment that she’d committed some foul crime and was burning the evidence. Thankfully it was a cleansing moment only.

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  2. I have read of rituals, of burning prayers, wishes, and even things you wish to let go.
    There is a finaltiy in the burning of something. One would hope that the ash could never be reconstructed.

    I had a friend who told me that another friend destroyed years of teen correspondence. The one who wrote all the letters was upset. But I think that once you reach a certain age, like becoming a mother and grandmother that teen correspondence could only be an embarresment if found.

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