Dusk (When the Children Revolt)

They gathered round the knifing flames of the bonfire,  holding handfuls of cell phones, portable stereos, laptops,  flat screen televisions, DVD players, gaming consoles, and countless more variations of electric toys they’d been spoiled with for so long. One by one, they threw their garbage into the giant pit, igniting plastics and crystal displays and creating toxic smoke that swirled black and wavering into the sky. They wore ratty parkas and goose down coats, their cheeks rosy and their heads covered with thick knit caps all made by their mothers. Their high voices chanted  with the kind of unison that dissolves in the wake of adulthood. Three crows watched them all, carefully studying the tiny epoch happening before their sharp eyes. One flew off, following first the thick smoke cloud up, and then gliding into the distance towards the setting sun. As the last sliver of light disappeared beneath the horizon, the world went dark, and the revolting flames were the only illumination in the night.

Reviews

[Brittany]

You paint a very vivid picture. I love this piece. All the DVD players, gaming consoles, etc.... it IS garbage. We're losing ability to create, so we fall into any mode of cheap entertainment, because we seek to be mindless. Love it. Looooove it.

[Leap]

Great imagery man, "They wore ratty parkas and goose down coats, their cheeks rosy and their heads covered with thick knit caps all made by their mothers." -- Feels like a post-apocalyptic scene to me...or maybe right before the end of everything. It's all got a very ominous feel, but at the same time, it feels playful somehow.