Work has been kicking my butt lately, so I haven’t been as active as I like. Hopefully, I’ll be able to do better now that summer is leaving. Here’s my offering for the fictioneers this week.
copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Keeper Of The Flame
I tend to these coals like they are my children. They’re the lifeblood of my tribe.
Without fire, my tribe would have died out a long time ago. Every generation has one person, a boy or a girl, who keeps these flames going constantly. These flames help make our food, bend our metal, and even forge our lore.
My great uncle was a keeper of the flames, my father as well, and it was passed to me when I turned 21. In the shade of the big buildings, there are very few of my kind left.
I am the keeper of the flame. This is my role, this is my life.
Music and Fiction 
Made me think of these words … “I am the keeper of the Fire in my heart for my wife.”
Oh honey, that is so sweet!
Very nice.
Great job with this story! Love it! Sorry – I answered Mike’s comment above – Really do love your “Keeper of the Flame” tale! very good. Nan 🙂
Important role. Well written.
It sounds like quite an honor as well as a responibility. Well done.
I’d love to be the keeper of the flames. It’d be much better than the pinata for Korean teenagers.
You hint at something in the contrast of an ancient flame keeper and the big buildings. Well done.
This flows beautifully. Very haunting. Well done.
Welcome to the Hot Mess clan, Keeper of the Flame.
Meet your spiritual clan members: Flame Thrower Guardian, Hot Stuff Maiden, Barbeque Pit Attendant , Louisiana Hot Sauce Sentry, the Hot Times in the Old Town Tonight Custodian.
You must be a keeper! Congratulation.
Good story, Randy
Miles, This leans heavily toward being a story of the future. The “tall buildings” changed the background of the story in a surprise twist. Let’s hope mankind doesn’t suffer that kind of future.Of course, there’s the possibility of this being another world than ours. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
I love that the flames of the tribe are being kept alive even in the shadow of modern living. A beautiful story and a beautiful metaphor for the importance of remembering our traditions