Pyromancer

The first rays of the sun pierced the sky. The stars are still visible, but with each flicker they grow paler. The grass under the body is cool from the morning dew. Silence. Only the wind lightly rustles the yellowed leaves. A bright flash hits the eyes. A bright fiery glow dazzles the street. The smell of smoke and burning wood. People walking by only pass by without turning their heads, only a neighborhood boy points his finger at the pyromancer, looking questioningly at the woman next to him, but she leads him away by the hand. Another explosion. In between there is silence.