Sparks of Insanity

Haphazard Explorations & Experiments In Fiction

Can’t Stand Still

She went out to a forest in New Mexico. Set it on fire just to watch it burn. The flames danced all night for her as she watched, and as the sun began to rise she left. There was nothing left to watch by then. Nothing except for firefighters scrambling to contain it, snuffing out her impact on the world. No need to watch that.

You can’t stay alive, vibrant, if you stick around in one place to see what kind of damage you’ve done. So she kept moving, on to the next blaze, the next line of coke, the next cock. The next soon to be shattered marriage, the next ruined youth. Every time you pause to admire your own effect on the world, it takes away from time you could be using to do more. Why bother dwelling?

‘Surely,’ she thought, ‘I would die, snuffed out like the fire in Gila Wilderness, if I stood still a moment to long.’


2 comments on “Can’t Stand Still

  1. Things I Think.
    November 21, 2014

    These are great. You have a way of saying very little, but conveying a lot. I don’t think I could create such a sense of place and character in so little words. There’s no fat on your writing, but it never feels sparse.

    Loving it.

    Liked by 2 people

    • Jack Sutter
      November 21, 2014

      Thank you 😀 . I can’t promise they’ll always be that compacted (I’m notoriously inconsistent in most things), but I’m glad you liked it.


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“And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
~William Shakespeare

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