Prompt #40 – Pyromania

It was too dark, too cold, too…quiet.

Sitting there in that prison cell any longer would drive me insane. It’s a wonder I didn’t already. Fortunately, however, the guardsman had treated himself to a cigar earlier, and dropped an unlit match through the bars of the cell.

I smile to myself. It would be good to feel the refreshing heat of fire once again.


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