From within the secure environs of the Command Bunker, he sat in numbed silence as Armageddon began. He’d never had any delusions his work in high-yield energy sources did not have military applications. Still and all, he had believed the potential benefits his discoveries offered to a world plagued by ever-diminishing resources outweighed any potential risks.
As the hideous weapons set the world aflame with a voracious intensity he knew quite capable of entirely consuming the very atmosphere, he realized he was witnessing a true extinction-level event firsthand. His mind began to slowly but inexorably unhinge and he found himself unable to do anything but repeatedly mutter the lines of an old Frost poem.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: fire.