I am immensely excited to invite you to imbibe the drabble I've inked for the letter I. Wow, it isn't easy to imagine that many words that begin with I and avoid making my sentences incomprehensible.
“I’m a phoenix,” she whispers. Her warm breath caresses my chilled flesh, making me shiver. “Ignite me, and I’ll be reborn.”
I have no idea what she’s trying to say, probably because someone spiked my drink. This whole night’s been strange, but now I’m too hazy to care.
The campfire has dimmed, casting shadows about the pasture, and I wonder if we’re truly alone in this bizarre moment.
“Make me burn,” she calls to the sky as she dances away from me. She begins to twirl, her red and yellow dress fluttering in the breeze, the fire illuminating the material.