anotherbadhabit

The stench of sulfur fills the air as one single match is lit. With concentrated aim it is tossed in a slow manner Gracefully gliding through the air as it heads to its target. When it nears the unfortunate victim the immediate combustion and flames engulf one individual with unforgiving pain and anguish. The seared and burnt aftermath are almost beyond all recognition. What remains is the shell of an empty person.