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Well, I'm up to my eyeballs in RL stuff,
but couldn't help dribbling out this little pick me up of a drabble. HA!

It's post SR
It's dreadfully desolate if I say so myself
It's gonna make me write more crack

But really, isn't it the most fun EVER to make Hutch suffer????

Pyre

by Kaye

The bonfire lasted until morning. He stood alone, silent sentinel, feeding the fire, fanning the flames, falling deeper into the black pit he’d crawled into after everything stopped. And nothing mattered. The wicker chair, the sailboat, two dozen legs of denim. At first the leather didn’t burn, so he found a long stick and shoved the jacket right into the heart of the flames. It crackled and danced and singed his face, his chest. His eyebrows didn’t have a chance. Finally at dawn, after everything was gone, he pushed the Torino into the heart of the fire and walked away.