An unusual love story is about to take place, of a man who fell in love with a woman, and of the flames that burned right through his soul.
He was like no man anyone has ever seen before. He lacked a brain, he lacked a heart, and he was made of pure wood-with some calling him the Pinocchio of the West.
No one quite knows how the wooden man came to be, or where he came from, all we know is how he wanders through the forests of Freetown, Massachusetts. He never speaks a word, only looks up at the sky, and listens to the melodies of the world around him. On this particular day, the wooden man happened upon a small cave while on his usual trek through the forest, a small opening nestled within an array of bushes and shrubs, with a faint white light flickering from within the clearing. Curious of what lies within, the wooden man entered the cave and stopped at the sight of what he saw. The wooden man, you see, discovered that the light he saw flickering, was actually a woman- a woman made out of wildfire. Nothing more beautiful has ever met his eyes. Her hair was long, made from flames as restless as the day itself. Lips: perfect, as if God himself had sculpted them. Every feature of her burning body was eloquent, with flames of color radiating from her complexion. Vibrant colors of orange and red burned from within the woman and enveloped the cave in a heavenly warmth never before felt by the wooden man. Startled, the wooden man was taken back. He'd never seen anything as bold and beautiful as this daring creature which stood before him.
The woman looked at the wooden man and to his surprise, blushed, with the softest tint of red coming over the apples of her cheeks. With a gentle rise of her hand, she motioned for the wooden man to come closer, to feel her as the warmth radiated around him. Without hesitation, being lost in the woman's eyes, the wooden man drew closer to the flames, until all that could be seen was fire, and all that could be heard was the slow crackling of his wooden body as it was welcomed by a fiery embrace.
Months have passed, and people are forgetting about the wooden man. No one in Freetown seems to question his sudden disappearance from the world. Yet only a few know that if you were to venture into the depth of the forest, to the small cave located behind bushes and shrubs, you would see a small flicker of light, a crackling bonfire that never seems to die out.
