four: james

made from the earth

born of the wind

scorched by the flames

just to rise again

we are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.

FOUR

James's sigh reverberated through the house, startling awake the cat dozing by his feet. Lukas jumped off the bed and gave James a blue-eyed glare, then trotted out of the room, white tail waving in the air proudly behind him.

James shrugged off the comforter around his shoulders and walked towards the window, pulling out a chair and resting himself upon it.

The stars were bright that night.

He remembers that he saw something falling.

A comet, perhaps.

James whispered a wish under his breath.