I saw a spark and decided to keep it safe in the hollow of a forest tree. The forest smoldered and reduced to ashes. For that is the prowess of fire, be it a spark or an inferno.
So said the poet Bharathi. And I concur, fire is fire – all consuming, purifying. And a fire is exactly what we need now, to burn the still-existing, decadent systems put in place to control our forefathers.
All I need is a spark that will grow into a raging inferno.
No, I don’t believe in self-immolation.
Let them burn for a change.
Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s prompt is from Anshu. To read other entries, please click here.