This lil piece of flash fiction is my first attempt at taking on a writing dare offered by @StoryBandit on Twitter:
The notes for the next arrival were brief:
Returning client. Round 3; last chance.
The client was overweight, angry and sneered rather than spoke. There had been no absorbtion of life-lessons.
I led him to the lava fields, explaining about the power of the volcanoes to burn off, cleanse; to forge afresh before re-birth to a new life.
He strode, jeered, mocked the volcanoes.
The lava moved. The client didn't notice.
I turned away. The lava would claim and the volcanoes would feed eternally.
His jeers fell abruptly silent. I knew it was over when I smelled smoke.