"It is astonishing," said the biographer, as the books burned, the paper curled in on itself and crackled, the red flame thrust aside the blackness of a February night. Chopped up furniture next fed the bonfire - then the photographs, which stank. "Detritus of a life now finished." She shut her notebook, walked away, stowing a pen in her coat pocket. She walked, her shadow stretched long by the street lamp.
Word list: furniture, biographer, blackness, astonishing (adj), burn