Jim Took a Swig from the Bottle

Jim took a swig from the bottle of vodka and threw it at the church door. No matter how many times he heard it the sound of smashing glass always made him smile. Flames licked and danced around the fuel as it seeped down the woodwork.

"Bastards its all their fault" Holding another bottle he shook his fist towards the church, showering himself with vodka. The crackling light of the fire cast mad shadows over his face.

Sally turnedaway, trying to aviod the insanity that confronted her. The street burned, cars and bodies sat abandoned, some stipped naked and broken. She turned back to the church to feel the warmth of the fire on her face. "What are you talking about right to the end the church talked about forgiveness and harmony"

"Made in his image.Crap! We made him in our image. We have always been our own gods. They promoted an eternity of life after death. Wiping away the potentcy of death and value of life. And now here we are fueling fires and looting." They stood watching the fire and listening to the faint chorus that rose from the bowels of the church.

"Well we are alive aren't we? There must be other people who are not waiting to die inside a burning church."

"Right there is no point standing around here. I'm hungry" he pointed to the trolley "And I am running out of vodka"