My story was fourth overall – not bad for my first attempt at this format and competition. I was only 20 votes shy of the winning entry. This was my story:
I spied the sparkly thing and it peered back at me, glinting in the dazzling sunlight. It was a shard of glass splintering light like a beacon of hope. Hay in my arms fluttered in the breeze as I watched the point of light glow white; then it exploded into red and gold fingers and ignited the dry grass. I had never seen anything so beautiful and shivered with delight all the way to the top of my old hat. I realised all too late, when the light started to lick at my old boots, that I was a gonner.