When Jeremy entered his home the demons scrambled. They looked like those fat cockroaches that ran about when he turned on the light. He stepped on some squishing them nicely, but the more he squished the more they kept coming.
He’d admit that when they first arrived they looked cute and he enjoyed playing with them, but he never thought they would overrun the place like a huge forest fire starting from a careless camp site.
What was poor Jeremy to do?
After fits of indecision because those critters still looked so cute, he finally realized that if he didn’t clean house from top to bottom inside and out they would completely take over.
Denise offers the prompt word “fire” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Boy howdy, we sure do!
Cute story and good message.
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Good analogy, Frank!
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