The Fire of the Sugar Cane

I could hear the flames pursuing me. The wind had picked up once more. Roaring loudly around my ears amidst the sounds of crying in the distance, I just whimpered. I felt no pain, only fear, no heat, just fear. Physically, nothing, nothing but the ground beneath me and the plant surrounding me. At the base of the biggest tree was a figure, the size of a small child. Blood dripped from it. It seemed like there was too much blood that could have fit inside your tiny body,. Yet somehow I knew it was yours, that the child hanging from the tree was you. But, Dad, that's not possible.

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