A brief flame flared up and the smoke intensified.
There was a brief red flame that flickered under the clouds and died away.
Occasionally, a cluster of leaves popped into brief flame.
Shortly, it began to char, then flared into a brief flame.
By the brief flame of my lighter, I saw his face: calm, considering, steady.
Then it drew itself up and that brief flame lit the empty eyes once more.
The brief white flame was blinding in the dark.
A brief flame of sunset turned our faces and the low, false-fronted buildings orange.
It lay there, exhaling brief flames at a rapid rate.
Phoebe hated her with a brief clear flame of anger.