Inspired by ‘The Little Prince’ I wrote my own chapter where the Little Prince Talks to the pilot:
“Why do volcanoes become extinct?” asked the little prince carelessly, as if he were talking to himself.
“I don’t know,” I answered.
“Do you think a volcano can become active again after it becomes extinct?” he kept on.
“I don’t think so,” I murmured, even though I was not sure.
“I have three volcanoes on my planet: two active and one extinct. I chimney-cleaned them, even the one that had become extinct,” he added. “Now that I have been to Earth for seven days, I wonder how they are doing.”
He looked up at the sky as he said it, not to me but to the air around us, as if his words might float back to his little planet.
“I used to think the extinct one didn’t matter. It never rumbled or spat fire like the others. But I still cleaned it. Just in case.”
“Just in case of what?” I asked.
He shrugged lightly. “I don’t know. Maybe in case it wakes up. Or maybe just in case it remembers I cared.”
He drew a little circle in the sand with his foot.
“On my planet,” he went on, “things are small, so nothing is ever really forgotten. A rock where I once sat stays a rock where I once sat. A volcano I once cleaned stays a volcano I once cleaned.”
I said nothing. The wind rustled, as if it were listening.
“Sometimes,” he said slowly, “I think the extinct volcano was the most patient of them all. It never asked for attention, but it got it anyway.”
He looked at me seriously.
“Do you think that’s love? To take care of something even when it doesn’t burn anymore?”
I didn’t know how to answer, so I nodded.
The little prince smiled.
“I think so too,” he said. “Maybe that’s why I still think about it. Because even quiet things leave a space when they’re gone. And sometimes, the space is louder than the fire ever was.”
He brushed some dust off his coat and sat down beside me.
“I hope it’s not lonely.”