As the two officials from
the capitol arrive, the town has
descended into madness. they hold hands
together, as if they were children and the
figure of plague was
advancing, they were warding it off with song.
There was a fire, an inferno, taking form in
the center. It was midday in August, but there
was no escaping the heat, no reprieve in even
the air conditioned rooms, the fire was too knowing and
too searching. The officials took pictures and
video, they needed to convey the information and to
save these people from their delusions, but
each time their fingers touched their
phones, they burnt themselves, their fingers were scorched.