He shook out the match and for a moment did not notice the ring of smoke. Then it drew by his eyes as it rose into the air, spinning as if stuck in the honey of time. He watched for as long as it existed. Tendrils of grey ash winding around each other in a flat circle. It wandered into the path of a rising thermal and was annihilated. The stove which it had struck became its destroyer.
Paddy Dobson
6th September 2021