Sam did not fear fire. He was not aware of the pain and power the fire contained, unlike the others around him. Sam savoured the warmth; the light and the burning sensation whenever he craved the daring tingle that would make his mind go in to an uproar. Little did he know, when he burns, his innocence will be lost.
Sam lived in an extravagant, grand city with his family of four. Sam was the youngest of the three Smith children. The oldest sibling, Annabelle, was always busy learning tricks and tips from their wealthy father who was a successful businessman. The father always went out to his regular trips to the pub whenever he made a fine, profitable deal to celebrate his fortune. Thomas, the oldest brother and named by the public ‘city’s bad boy’ had always done whatever he desired to do whether that was buying 20 new sport cars or hooking up with his bestfriends’ girlfriends only to break their hearts. Their mother, Sally, was full of joy and bliss, supporting Sam with long conversations, beaming laugher, a few couple hundred dollars now and then and stares of pure love and happiness. Until, there was a fire starting, threatening to burn it all.
Sam’s extravagant city started to become less and less grand as crime started to create chaos throughout each area. He was the youngest of the three Smith children. The oldest sibling, Annabelle, had been away for a couple of days, supposedly to learn more of her father’s old tricks and tips. The father was no longer a father, now gone to jail because of his irresponsibility of wild crimes that he caused to make his fine profitable deals even bigger. Thomas, the oldest brother, was learning to become ‘The man of the house’ as his mother was in desperate need of his support, which only to made her more weak. Their mother, Sally, began to dim her bliss, only supporting Sam with occasional conversations, smiles filled with comfort, a few dollars now and then and stares of worry and hope. Then the fire started to burn everything into ashes.
A family of four, in a small, isolated town that was once a grand city. Sam was the youngest of the three Smith children. The oldest sibling, Annabelle, was no-where to be seen after their father had become alcoholic from the consequence of his greed of making his fine, profitable deals even more finer. The father ran away from his responsibilities of the family to leave his damaged past completely behind. Thomas, the oldest brother who was said to be ‘The man of the house’ had also ran away because of his fear and the heavy weight of keeping his remaining family together, only to make the family more crippled. The mother, Sally, was now in misery and darkness, only supporting Sam by short talks, plastered, weak smiles, a few lollies now and then and stares of pity and a touch of guilt. The fire turned everything into dark dust.
Sam did not fear greed, selfishness and fragility. He was not aware of the pain and the power it contained, unlike the others around him. Sam savoured its strong determination, the fulfilment and warmth he craved whenever he needed the support. Little did he know, when he’ll burn from the ‘fire’ of greed, selfishness and fragility, that innocence of his will be lost forever.