The sun set hours ago, but it was still light. The clouds were low and full over the city and reflected the numerous city lights. The diffuse orange glow was a scarce comfort to Jimothy , staring out his bedroom window. The cry _city on fiiire_ kept echoing through his mind in the voice of what's her name from that movie with that barber. He had more important matters to think about, but again and again his mind wailed: _Smoke, smoke / Sign of the devil / Sign of the devil / City on fire / Witch, a witch / Smell it sir, an evil smell / Every night at the vesper's spell / Smoke that came with an awful hell / City on fire!&quot;_ This was the night he had to make the decision. His answer was expected tomorrow. Should he do it? Should he not show up? But, instead of weighing the pros and cons, _city on fiiire_ echoed again. He stood up, went to the bathroom. A drink of water and a short walk back. His thoughts shied away from the monumental decision and once again he looked at the orange glow through his window. 2008-02-12T22:33:59Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/20234 <p>I like the scenary of the thick clouds glowing overt the city.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/20234?basename=40622 2008-02-12T22:33:59Z Tad Winslow http://ficlets.com/authors/tjd <p>Really mind-blowing. You&#8217;ve left me curious too, which is always a good thing. I love the line you used for inspiration. Its wonderous what one line about light can spawn. I used the same line once for a ficlet, and it turned into one long epic series. Did I not say it wasnt wonderous? (here&#8217;s my ficlet if you&#8217;re curious, http://ficlets.com/stories/5751) Anyway, I&#8217;m loving what you write, you have this creative consistency for beautiful and romantic wording.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/20234?basename=38973 2008-02-06T01:14:39Z Nouvelle Bardot http://ficlets.com/authors/user_bardot