Little girl

I dont even know why i wrote this.
It's a response story on Max's "Puppet's Tear" link


I was waiting on a bridge,
only accompanied by the moon,
stood still in the dark.

Then,
a child came to me,
a wee little girl,
with a can of gasoline in her hand.

She said" Hey sir"
I answered " Yes?"
" I burnt a house nearby"
"Yes, i know, i can see that, but why? "

The little girl replied
" For fun, but there was a puppet left behind"
I said
" Shouldn't you rescue it before its too late? "

She said with a glee smile
" No, i loved it, because it was special, but not anymore, i have my can of gasoline to play with now"

I asked " How? "
She answered giggling
" By burning , erasing every human on earth"


The fire burn fiercely,
Flames engulfing.
We watched,
as the fire spread.
Even the puppeteer's house ruined.

I looked at the girl,
innocent little visage of hers.

Then she walked away singing,

La la la la La la la

To the puppet i lie,
Puppets, puppeteers all got to die.

La la la la La la la

Crossing the bridge and eventually disappears.