The forest was on fire. Glittering flames licked at the darkness, stripping the bark from the trees and turning the leaves into ash. Inside of the great, flickering inferno was a car, its metal frame sinking under the weight of the flames.
Inside of the car was a boy.
They didn’t know, at the time. How could they have known? The firemen were busy trying to extinguish the flames, and the police were barking into their radios. From their vantage point, they could only see red, ravenous flames tearing through forest. Revealing the skeletons of the trees.
Then, everything went white. Thick, billowing smoke curled over the world, settling into lungs and forcing eyes to close.
Then, everything went black. Ash drifted down from the sky, covering whatever it could touch, forming outlines in the darkened forest.
That’s when they saw the vehicle.
Speeding faster than Superman-themed hyperbole, belting out tunes infused with more optimism than John Lennon's undocumented excesses, casting the light of angels into the darkness as if all talk of oblivion was merely a cunning marketing trick designed to lure the ignorant into an eternal future of blissful slavery!
Driven by a PANDA!
Wearing a Beyonce-themed WIG!
Whose illuminatory zeal ejaculates hitherto undiscovered secrets of the universe — freely, and with generous abandon — in its flyaway gaiety!
To everyone, everyone in the world, irrespective of everything!
But, hey, yeah — boy still burned to death.
Fire is such a fucker that way.
Opening: Chelsea Pitcher.....Continuation: Whirlochre