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Harvit lounges on the divan, lit by the riotous fire burning all around. He reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a packet of smokes. The plastic wrap on it melts and sticks to his fingers. He shakes his head, wipes his fingers off on his pants, and then takes out a smoke, holding it to the conflagration. An obedient flame licks its way up the side of the divan and gives the cigarette a lovely cherry glow. “Much obliged,” says Harvit.
He gazes through the fire at the cool world outside. Abram will be here soon, and then there will be hell to pay. Harvit laughs at his own joke, and takes a drag off his cigarette.
Abram walks into the burning house and pulls up a smouldering chair. He glares at Harvit. “I thought you quit.”
“It’s my last one. Promise.” Harvit drops the empty packet onto the floor, where it bursts into flame. He gives it a kick and sends it caroming into the holocaust.
Abram shakes his head, lip turning up in a sneer. “Why did you summon me?”
“I have a debt to pay, and you’re the perfect go-between.”
“You know I don’t do that anymore, Harvit.”
A burning rafter crashes down behind Abram.
“You’re going to do it for me.”
He gazes through the fire at the cool world outside. Abram will be here soon, and then there will be hell to pay. Harvit laughs at his own joke, and takes a drag off his cigarette.
Abram walks into the burning house and pulls up a smouldering chair. He glares at Harvit. “I thought you quit.”
“It’s my last one. Promise.” Harvit drops the empty packet onto the floor, where it bursts into flame. He gives it a kick and sends it caroming into the holocaust.
Abram shakes his head, lip turning up in a sneer. “Why did you summon me?”
“I have a debt to pay, and you’re the perfect go-between.”
“You know I don’t do that anymore, Harvit.”
A burning rafter crashes down behind Abram.
“You’re going to do it for me.”
