As Leanne reached for the bottle and her dress slipped ever-so-slightly, Grant knew it was the right time... “Are your parents home?”
“Not ‘til late.”
She gently kissed him. Their picnic lay forgotten as they set off.
The mid-afternoon sun found the empty bottle, its rays igniting the carelessly abandoned. The flame flickered before stretching out its orange fingers. The discarded bottle’s label curled futilely away, edges turning golden. Wisps of grass and long shed remnants from overhead trees quickly consumed. Fingers gained strength, spreading ceaselessly.
As the lovers lay entwined they were unaware of what was heading their way...
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