Day 18

It began with a single candle left beside an open window. With each whip of wind, the curtain, a light fabric, billowed thoughtlessly and let the moon see inside the abode. The flame on the candle got excited, eager to grow so that it could reach the moon, and flashed wildly so that it caught hold of the curtain. It stretched upwards then sideways, consuming the fabric to augment its growth, until finally it was bigger than the house itself. It howled in discontentment and enveloped the neighborhood in its arms, pulling them up to the moon, ashes in flight.