This week’s prompt for the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups was the phrase …together the flames…
She stands silently, head bowed as they light the kindling beneath her, her dark locks shielding her face.
The hem of her robe stains brown before curling and disintegrating in the gathering inferno as together the flames and the wind collaborate, inching her inexorably towards her death.
He turns away, he who’d denounced her for witchcraft, when her only crime was rejecting the smouldering fires within his heart.
A roar from the crowd; a white column of doves unfurls from the flames, coils gently around her, and – she’s gone.
He falls to the ground screaming, as the flames of hell lick at his soul.