This little horror/sci-fi was a perfect example of classic zinger Twilight Zones. It may have been short, but short of anticipating the zing and actively welcoming in the hoards of hell, there was nothing else it could be. Of course, we could have made Hestia more in line with the benevolent hearth deity that was once welcome in every home, but wheres the conflict? A jilted lover, the loneliness in flame, being hated by your boss and a not so deep undercurrent of revenge all flowed through the story, humanizing everyone and keeping my attention very well.

As a tight little tale, I have to say I like it more than most I've read. It had presence. ( )