The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, May 17th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, May 26th, 2017.
The bulldozer sat abandoned. He’d meant to arrive earlier, watch the end of shift, but want and reality often diverged. Not that it made any difference at this point.
Climbing into the cab, he thought about his family. He’d never known his father; had always thought that was why he’d grown up as he did. He’d needed something in which to believe.
Man had made a mess of his world. Everything green had been destroyed, leaving nothing but man-made concrete and steel in its place. Why didn’t they understand? They were killing the world, killing themselves. But then man wasn’t the smartest of species.
Now or never.
Unscrewing the gas can, he poured the liquid over the cab, soaking the seat, splashing the controls and floor.
Mankind just didn’t understand.
It was time to make them understand.
Sitting, he pulled out his matches and struck a spark.