A single match, lit against the darkness. It radiates brightly but dies out quickly, a joyful spirit still plays against the shadows it has created though, as if re-living the emotions the match sought to have.
The destination was still unclear to him, the car was stifling though, and he hoped it was close by. As they pulled up to the square garden of a short cottage house he became increasingly confused, he was sure this couldn’t be the place.
The stone idol was surrounded by worshippers, their white paints imprinted on their dark skin. As their chanting became louder and louder, ever more intense; the dark clouds above loomed over, as if held by the idol’s power.
His feet couldn’t help waking the floorboards beneath him. For all his efforts he still wasn’t being very discreet.
Each step grew louder and louder, until his echoing footsteps could be heard within the whole house.