Post 1636 . Tuesday March 13
I’ve based my story on an event I witnessed in Nepal a few years ago
I don’t know his name. I know nothing of him. I am just a casual observer standing on a riverbank.
On the other side, golden flames flicker. I look on, humbled by the solemnity of a family filing past a pyre which bears a lifeless body. They bid it farewell as its spirit passes from this life to the next and then to paradise.
I watch the remains being scattered in the flowing muddy water amid scores of swirling petals and scraps of gaudy fabric as they start their short journey downstream to the sea.
The mourners have left now but the embers still glow, a sign that something of him lives on, but in a far better place.
Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers where the photo is provided by Enisa