The Spark

Peter sat in the comfort of his dark lonely void, he was breathing heavily and he could feel his bones shiver. He had no liquid warmth to bring him back to life, and his thoughts were getting darker. He got up slowly, his whole body was aching he could hear his knees and elbows crack, as though he'd been sitting in the same position for days... He looked to his left, there was a maze of dead trees, dry leaves scattered all over the ground... He quickly dug in his pocket and found a box of matches, one match was left. He sparked it up, lit his cigarette and carelessly threw the ignited match on the dry, deserted ground... Instantly, like gasoline, a leaf caught on fire. He ignored it, ashed his cigarette on it.. That leaf passed on to another two, and those two onto another four and soon, the flame was spreading, like a beneficial bacteria, it grew like a vine and soon Peter watched in amazement as the trees began to catch fire. He didn't care... he was alone. He gazed in astonishment as the great fire gave him warmth and illuminated his infinite lonely void. "What a sight... What a perfect sight..."