Prompt: Hungry Fire
For my writing class I had 90 seconds to go off this prompt. No rules except using our senses and going where it takes us. I rather like how it turned out.
Scorched Earth, wheezing and choking. The hungry fire forges through, rapidly spreading like a fever. Emblems shimmer through the air, if not for tragedy, one could marvel in awe. But a ravenous appetite; so grim, so ghostly. Whistles escape the moisture withering into thick air. Screaming mother, she cannot protect her young. We taste the salt of her ash & tears in the winds blowing over town.