FEAST

FEAST
"Out!" Bill cried.
They recoiled as the sky scorched them white. The Earth, engulfed in flames, grew wildly, double, quadrupled. The fire silently drove away the darkness. Like a gigantic red-green blaze. Upturned faces on the hills, in the windows of houses, on the roofs, in the valleys, on the river banks, and the long canals, and the dead seas.

Ray Bradbury. THE NIGHT BEFORE THE END OF THE WORLD