Again the people over at Ermilia’s blog have posted another Picture It & Write article. For those who don’t know what this is, they post a picture and then write a brief story about the image. They then ask for you to join in, your can either carry on their story or write your own. You can also do poetry and even something in another language (providing there is a translation posted along with it). I encourage everyone to give it a go because it helps get the “creative juices” flowing. My entry is below the image.
The wine sat untouched, it had been there so long it had become stagnant. A thin layer of dust coated the glass, bugs living and dead floated in the liquid.
Suddenly flames erupted in the corner of the room, a couple of youths and a jerrycan filled with petrol. The lads laughed as they committed this insane act of arson, with no true purpose other than destruction. The flames licked the drapes that hung from the wall, eating the fabric like a ravenous beast.
The boys laughed and hooted as their work took hold of everything flammable, spreading but soon their laughter died as they began to realise their mistake.
The flames were creeping to the only exit to the room.
“Oi, get the can we need to get out of here.” Said one of the lads. His friends called him ‘Tommo’.
“Fuck this, the fire will get rid of any evidence.” There was five lads to start off with including Tommo, but with this statement three ran to safety not caring about evidence.
Tommo and one other lad remained. Just those and the inferno that had began to take a hold of the dry wooden floorboards below them.
“Come on, we need to go just leave it it’s too late,” Tommo yelled.
The other boy stopped what he was doing and headed to the door, Tommo taking the lead. Tommo yanked the door open and ran through. It slammed shut behind him.
Tommo was almost three seconds ahead of the other lad when suddenly a crashing, shreaking sound behind Tommo made him spin around. Through the window in the door he saw a look of horror on his friends face before flames erupted up in torrent barring any escape. Tommo could only freeze in shock. He reach out to the door handle and instantly pulled the hand back as skin touched burning hot metal.
“Unto Almighty God we commend the soul of our brother departed, and we commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust…”