Through the door, through the window, he came in. Drenched in smoke, thirsty for fire. Two steps over the threshold, he lifts his head back and shouts with all his might. Stumbling into the kitchen, grasping for a drawer handles, throwing them out across the room one by one. Finally he encounters what he is looking for, a box of matches. One small stick is removed, flipped, and stroked across the side of the box, erupting the head of the stick into a small flame.
Greedily the man's eyes gleamed, mouth opening wide, small flaming stick flicked in. With a quiet crunch the match is broken in his mouth and his whole body seems to be aglow. He smiles in satisfaction. Closes his eyes and disappears.
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