Too Fierce That Heat

14th June 2025

I was hurrying my fastest
While the sun was shining its fiercest
But my body was doing its utmost
My efforts to resist
I tripped
I stumbled
I fell
And from amongst the grasses I heard Hobland’s church bell toll
Crumpled on the roadside I cried
As with a lambent fizzle all hope died
I couldn’t stop her from becoming a bride

62 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Fizzle