When I pulled the prompts for this month’s Micro Fiction, I licked my lips. Some of my greatest memories in my youth center on campfires. Every time I went on a camp-out with my troop, the first thing we did besides pitching our tents was collecting the wood we required for our campfires. Once the flames started dancing, we’d sit around and enjoy the dancing flames, enjoying each other’s company.
As we sat around the firepit, the flames consumed each log we added to the fire, we’d talk about anything and everything. There’s something therapeutic about watching the blaze consume the firewood. Unfortunately, all good things come to a close, and before we shuffled off to our tents, we would extinguish the flames. Despite dousing the fires in the wee hours of the night, it always took me a while to pass out.
While I’ve teased Ramas’s abilities from the initial tale, this story gave me the perfect opportunity to provide more information about his abilities.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
Hagar rubbed his thighs as he focused upon Ramas’ scarred eyes. “There’s been a question on my lips ever since you recruited me.”
Ramas scratched an eyebrow as he tapped a beat against his helm. “You’re wondering how I’m able to see, despite the obvious scars?”
The messenger nodded as he tugged his collar and inched to the edge of his log. “Your eyesight is a mystery.”
A scrap of wood rose from the fire, tumbling as if it dangled by a string.
“Can you please tell me your secret?”
Bitter laughter washed over Hagar as the burning ember danced over the flames. “Like the rest of my kind, we traded conventional vision for sight of the unseen.”
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