“What’s with the smoke?”
Demothi ignored Hakan’s question and continued dancing. He appeared to be in some kind of trance. Hakan shook his head. This was getting out of hand. He needed to stop Demothi’s madness.
“Brother, you need to stop. This is not only dangerous, but also wasteful. You are destroying our forest.”
Demothi continued dancing, but vaguely replied to the question.
“To bring in something new, something archaic needs to be destroyed.”
Hakan knew what sort of destruction Demothi was talking about. The apricot trees would be emblazoned and the fields of hay would be turned into pyres. Everything would be reduced to ash. He had no personal beef with Demothi, but Hakan knew there was only one way to stop this. He picked up a stone from the ground and struck Demothi’s head. Hakan slung the unconscious Demothi over his shoulders. He had to carry him to safety before dealing with the fire. After placing Demothi down, Hakan went running towards the village, to summon aid.
It took a few hours and great efforts, but the fire finally piped down. When Demothi was questioned, he eagerly asked the villagers,
“Have the aliens landed yet?”
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Prompts:
FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018 WEEK #31
The Dark Netizen 