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.