I threw the last of them on the fire. Multi-hued flames burned brightly against the moonless sky. Ash swirled on the hot up-draft.
Done. Finished. Gone. The former me. The old me. The used-to-be-me me. Soon to be a nothing. Consumed in the flames. Buried. Hidden away forever. No marker for the spot I died.
The place of my rebirth. The new me. The no-baggage me. The start-over me.
Smiling, I popped the cork on the chilled champagne, it’s power kept underneath a towel. Pulled a chilled glass from the same cooler.
A drink to the old. A wake. A drink to the new. A christening.
I was still sitting by the fire as dawn streaked the sky. Flames now tiny licks, smoke just a wisp.
I poured the melted ice from the cooler over what remained. Hissing. Steam. Finished the last splash of champagne waiting for it to cool. Buried the ashes. Scattered sand.
Walked back with the sea splashing my ankles. No footprints. Old or new.