Embers dance through the air like fireflies, before blinking out, and melting into the night sky. The smoke burned her eyes and throat, but she breathed it in deep, savoring the sting in her lungs.
It had been a long time coming and the deed was finally done. No regrets. No sorrow. Just the satisfaction of a job well done.
The river rushed past, gurgling at her feet, lapping up the splintered remains, and washing them down stream to litter someone else’s shore.
Come morning, this bank would be clean, wiped clear of any memory of the bridge that once stretched across these shores. Years of labor and upkeep undone with the spark of a single flame. She stared in wonder as the flames licked up the other side, crossed the expanse, and finally touched down beside her, leaving only a few smoldering planks behind.
Stones bit into her bare feet as the wind whispered across her skin, drying the tears from her smoke stung eyes. She gave one last nod to the other shore, a final acknowledgement for what once was, then turned and walked away.