Today’s Prompt: Fire

It was an unusually hot day that Summer, lounging on the pink sand beaches. Janine stretched, shielding her eyes from the mid-afternoon sun, and reached for the drink she had ordered, now weakened by the melted cubes of ice floating on the surface.

She froze…

There he was.  Standing no more than twenty feet from where she reclined in presumed anonymity, stood the man she had flown halfway around the world to escape.

Rising to her feet, she quickly made her way toward the surf, plunging deep beneath the waves, and staying as long as her lungs would allow.  But it was to no avail.  Even though she had not yet surfaced, she could still see his broad, tan shoulders in her mind’s eye.  She was still consumed.  There are times when even water does not put out the fire, she conceded…

 

How can she put out the Flame?