The Runaway Arsonist

And the battle for territory.

Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash

Before you is a beautiful landscape. Or at least it was. But right now, bits and pieces are ablaze. Orangey swirls dance in the wind. Where the hell did they come from?

You run over to stomp them out one by one, but it’s a losing battle. For every one you stomp out, two more sprout up in its place just ahead. How?