Fire in the Sky

Behind you, he said.

And for those brief minutes they sat in silence and watched the sky as it flickered, then flared to life, and faded into darkness.

It won't do it justice, she said as he drew his cameraphone from his pocket.

And sitting there across from her he knew she was right; some things simply cannot be captured on film; some things are best preserved in memory. Some memories will always be special come what may, that he was here with her under this blood red sky at all, and that through the span of that evening as she sparkled he drank, and drowned.