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Alison Marr

Flash fiction, poetry and other musings.

The Burning Day

April 21, 2020 | Fiction

Baking dunes, silent pignut trees, marram grasses wilting, even the guns from the army camp are stilled. The Irish Sea balmy, green waves holding me like a mother and my tiny red haired daughter roasting as I swam. The heat like a hammer stupefied us as we sheltered from the burning white sands. Later my child screamed as her dress pulled raw skin from running blisters and all her blue-white skin burnt red.