Burning guilt

Fog mist sunrise

Photo courtesy of Wondermar at Pixabay

The heat was intense, even from the opposite side of the lake.  The smell of sulphur and burnt flesh made Alex’s mind spin as she and her older brother choked on the thick cloying fumes of the conflagration.  Her eyes watering, she took a breath through the sleeve of her coat.

“Are they dead Larry?”

Her older brother looked down on her with dull, empty eyes as the flames roared, snarled and spat from behind the veil of smoke across the water, diffusing the incandescence into a yellow glow which blended with the rising of the morning sun.

“Yeah, they’re dead.  Our parents are dead.”

She held his gaze for a few moments, tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving lines where they washed away the soot, then turned back to the shoreline, towards the town they once lived in.

“You shouldn’t have woken up those things Larry.”

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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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3 Responses to Burning guilt

  1. woah… can’t imagine what “those things” must be like!

  2. Nicholiovich says:

    I want to know what those “things” were!

  3. Sarah Ann says:

    Hmm. What has Larry woken up? Very good.

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