Playing With Fire

It was a very calm evening when we all gathered in that secluded and comfortable place. A few smiles were soon exchanged as some blind eyes began to settle in.

A warm fire was silently breathing on my left.

Curious to unveil its secrets, I slowly moved closer towards it. I was enchanted.

Its movements were mesmerizing, constantly casting shadows over all those lifeless silhouettes present around me.

After a short while, carelessness ruthlessly stole that fire away from me and I was left to stare at wicked faces.

© Maldoror37 - 2006