cinderblocks

"The past is a breeze block. Drench it in gasoline I'm sure someone here has a match." The slurred words that were whispered lingered as the traveled through the group but no one seemed to react. She kept staring. He spoke louder "In case you pigs didn't understand I was asking for a light." At this the words light broke her trance. She looked around and quickly went back to focussing on the fire that was before them. "Why couldn't he just get the light and warmth from these burning twigs?" she thought. "A matchbox a lighter a torch! Whatever one of you has give it up!" he screamed. The word matchbox reminded her of a story she read about a world where books were outlawed. In the story people numbed up from the reality. Another story went through the same- "Raven!" Jerald was in her face now. "I know you aren't a fan of this stuff but the rest of us would like to have a good time. I know you ave a lighter" Raven met his glare with a pasted on smile and said "oh.. right here you go..." She started to hold the lighter out and then put it down befor he could grab it. "what do you mean I don't like this stuff?". The groups talking started to cease as they heard what was going on before them. "Fuck Raven your always going on about how you despise it I dunno whatever". She handed him the lighter and the posions began to be injested. All of them average animals trying to fill whatever hole they had twisted through them.