“I can't quite put my finger on it.”
Goldfinger* #quote
Well today CJ is still over. Hanging out commences. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
The Man Who Invented Fire
“What on Earth are you doing Ug?”
“I'm getting warm. During night.”
“You're going to burn your face off! Put that fire out somehow!
Why you could burn down the whole forest!”
“No. I've figured out to control it.”
“Control fire?”
“Yes.”
“You take the fire, put it in a pile of sticks, within a circle of
stones.”
“Fire is a natural disaster. Lighting strikes a tree then whole
forests burn. We lose hunting grounds. You speak of madness.”
“No, look. See? It doesn't spread. I control it.”
“Amazing. Why we could put this next to our caves. You could call
it a cave fire. Or wait it could go wherever we camp. Maybe we could
call it a campfire?”
“Well, considering how you took the idea Tuk I was thinking of
calling it a 'don't-run-for-the-hills' fire.”
“Or how about 'really safe fire'?”
“Oh, yeah they'll totally go for that!”
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