He juggles fire with delight. Watching the wary eyes around him, the whispers, and the wondering stares of what he might do next. He delights in walking on the line, solidly, so that his foot encompasses it and makes it invisible. Without a line life is easy, without a line one is allowed to stumble along. He tosses them left and right, the verbal outrage is drowned by the literary commentary of his actions. It is plastered on the headlines, spoken of on the radio, and still they speculate. The problem is they saw the flash, but the bang is still to come.


2 thoughts on “Flashbang

Share your opinion

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s