Blazing Inferno

Peter sat on the rim of the volcanoe, he watched the lava bubble deep down at the center beneath his cool bare feet. He lit a cigarette and spit down into crater, the tiny drop evaporating before even reaching halfway down. An angel came and sat by Peter, they both sat silently looking down. It was a beautiful image.. Peter looked around at the vast forested island, Peter watched the birds fly above his head and into the bright blue sky until they disappeared over the horizon. "I wish I could fly," he told the beautiful angel sitting beside him. The angel turned his head and watched Peter admire the smooth pool of flaming inferno below him. "Where I come from," said the angel, "you don't need to wish, you have everything you'll ever want." Peter looked at the angel, he could not distinguish his face, it was bright, like looking at a flash from a camera. "How can I get there?" Peter asked him. The angel looked down the crater and slid off the rim into the pool, vanishing instantly.. Peter smiled with curiousity down at the burning core of planet earth.