He stood back as he watched the flames lick around the windows. They ate up the curtains and went to devouring the window panes. They danced along the porch railing. They twisted and fell, and rose again, hungrily reaching for more. Towards the roof, the sky, the heavens.
Little did he know at the time, it was to be the first of several arson charges.
Instead, it felt cleansing at the time in ways he didn't know how to describe. He was never a man of beauty, but standing… Continue