There was no fire. The city never existed, never burned down neither. There never was a city here. Just land. Dry and empty save the occasional rolling weed skitting past with the wind. When it blows. There is also a car off to the side. One day the car rolled in like a rolling weed. Unlike the rolling weed, the car stopped and stayed where it was despite the wind. After these things there is nothing here.
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These were not the best fire fighters that the city could muster. They were rookie volunteers just looking to do the right thing. They wanted to stop the fire from eating their city.
The city’s ranks of payroll fire fighters had by this time been depleted in the fires that still raged. They were unfortunate casualties of the initial strategics: man to fire battle. Ground level, the fire fighters went in with buckets and hoses and blankets to beat the burning back from whence it came. And where did it come from?:
The city had been dry and hot for a long time. The official forecasts predicted this would continue indefinitely. Indefinitely.
The water supply held steady. But the top city council got nervous anyways. As a precautionary method they suggested a moratorium on the use of water for cosmetic purposes. There was to be no watering of gardens or grasses throughout the city. The moratorium was passed by vote in the lower city councils. The moratorium became effective immediately. And Green turned dead
and picnics were no longer the choice Sunday afternoon activity.
The botanical gardens were shut down too,
pending improved conditions. The drought went on.
One day, somehow, whether due to secretive disobediences of the moratorium or what have you, a water droplet aligned with the sun. The droplet, magnifying the sun’s powerful intensity, started a small fire that grew. A wind came from nowhere. The wind whipped the fire on
and up the city buildings.
The fire moved too fast for the fire fighters. Too quickly the fire fighters disappeared.
The fire still blazed.
Volunteers were recruited, the brave ones came forward. There wasn’t time enough for any real sort of training program. Besides, the ones who could train the recruits were gone. The best the city could hope for was to suit them up. Unfortunately, the fire suits went down with the fire fighters. Someone in archives suggested nautical suits.
Early 20th century nautical suits and bubble helmets were treated with fire repellent spray. The recruits were suited up.
A new strategy was devised - where ground level failed - the hope was held out - that sky level would succeed. The recruits, fitted out in their gear, were filed onto freight planes.
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The birds are in the pond, floating like birds like to do. Float float.
He is also in the pond, floating like the birds.
If you asked him: “Do you like floating like the birds?” He might say something about that.
As it stands, he is not standing. He is floating face down. Now is not the time to ask him questions. Even if you are really curious.
People come strolling to the pond. They come in couples or alone or with little people. They like to ignore the signs that say “Don’t feed the birds.” They think that it is nice to feed the birds bits of bread. The bits of bread are gooey for the birds. The bread gets in there, in their throats, and stops their chirp chirp chirping. For this reason, the birds do not like the bread.
There is a little girl. She is coming with her hands and pockets full of balled up bread. She loves the birds. She wants to show them just how much. There is a new bird in the pond that she has never seen before. It is much bigger than the other ones.
“That bird must be the most hungry of them all.” She says.
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The snow is white. The sun has set. The snow holds the light that escaped the sun. You can see by this, in the night, if you are in the dark. In a field somewhere. Or on a mountain. But you are not in these places. You are in a street under a street lamp, walking through the white by light of lamps and snow. I do not know your name. I see you. You seem to be an ogre. You have come from a hole in a hill. I am standing quietly, breathing through my mouth. The snow is in my mouth. You approach me. Lobbing side to side, you are hungry. You approach me. You are an ogre. If you get too close, close enough to reach, to grab, to bite. You eat me in the snow under the light of lamp and white.
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Write write write write write write look I am writing I am paying attention I am writing I am thinking I am writing writing writing writing shut up please shut up shut up please shut up.
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there was a Zombie who lost their left arm in an unfortunate skirmish with a shameful and ugly undead who, by means of barred teeth, ripped the limb in question from its source: the Zombie.
The Zombie was not a happy camper. The left arm was their favorite limb and the loss came as an irrevocable blow to their self esteem. Nor did the sight of the shameful and ugly undead, by this time lobbing at a limping pace with the limb still in their mouth, groaning in gruely victory over and away across the meadows, nor did this aid the honor of the Zombie, who was, at this moment, cowering in a junket of blood.
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At the time they did not know. Later they knew.
By means of experimentation ( a process aided by: diagrams, blue prints, sharp implements for cutting, and a body) they found out what they wanted to know. The authorities were aware of the activities, official and unofficial and other channels were open to them. And they viewed them all the time. This is not to say that the activities were either endorsed or not endorsed.
They fell over when they found out what they wanted to know but did not know before. They did not know that they would fall over when they found out. I saw them fall over:
one fell here and one fell there and one fell onto the other and one fell down the stairs and one dropped the hot thing they were holding and it burnt another one who was falling over and got in the way of the hot thing.
I did not know at the time why they had fallen over. Later I knew.
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Let us do what we did before all over again let us do what we did before all over again.
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