Fire

Nov. 16th, 2005 01:41 am
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Flashback. The ancestors of the current greenenders cast huddle in a damp cave, scraping the last of the meat of antelope bones, and shivering in the cold of the oncoming winter. Then the shaman shouts, and the humanoids turn to look. He is waving some carefully dried sticks, and in a moment they blaze with light and heat, and ignite a pile of kindling. The tribe draw round awed. Winter is averted, man has triumphed over nature.

End flashback. I turned on the radiator in my bedroom.

Winter has begun[1].

[1] cryptonomicon reference

PS. I shouldn't really have used the 'fire' tag, but it felt left out, you know?
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When she handed out bodies there was a great queue of animals at God's door. Only two were late: Man and Fire, dancing together in the sunny meadows of the new Earth. Eventually God came to them and said "You can't go on like this. You need bodies."

Man was taken with his immediately donned it. Fire pouted. "It's heavy and clunky and cold," she said. "Why can't I stay like I am now?" and she danced round God and Man laughing...
The whole story (only 500 words + a couple of author's notes) is in response to a camwriters challenge by Pippa, and posted there at http://www.livejournal.com/community/camwriters/4563.html.

Please direct any responses there.