Written for the Friday Fictioneers. A story, about an ancient creature, begins after the photo.
Aruthusol danced an ancient dance. He danced expertly, but no one noticed.
They were too busy staring into their cell phones and tablets, almost ignoring him completely.
There was a time when folk appreciated campfire demons. Aruthusol’s dance was older than people, and they would watch his flaming limbs move with rapt attention. Soon, the people would get up and they would dance too. Together, they would boogie the whole night long. Back then, Humans knew how to party.
But now, they’d installed a TV…at a campsite! The insult!
Scowling, he leaped upon a tent. They’d pay attention now!.
Each week, the Friday Fictioneers join together at the campsite and sit at the fringe of the fire imagining frightfully fun foibles for flash fiction. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields offers up a photo, like the one above and invites us all write based upon it. Won’t you join us? The prompt, and more stories may be found here: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/03/5-september-2014/