Crackling flames bring warmth to a cold night at the beach.
Tonight they’ll sleep in a tent to the sound of crickets and crashing waves.
Bare feet on wet sand, they sit on a log and reminisce.
He puts an arm around her as they watch their childhood home burn.
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How sad…
Or… they collected a nice insurance payment, and are now living it up in Marina del Rey.
Your story got me wondering and that’s a good thing in flash fiction!