I wanted to cover my ears as the flames licked the sky in Newcago.
“Help me. I’m on fire!”
“I can’t see…”
the wail of a small child
Helpless I watched. The firefighters tried but could not get to the center of the apartment complex.
Then the first bodies…
The charred hand of my favorite professor. He turned that ring around his finger while he lectured.
Find me a lonesome tree in OldYork where I can bury my nightly pain.
But I knew I was the only one who could find the scum who burned people for the hell of it.
The gnarled tree is today’s prompt from Friday Fictioneers led by our hostess Rochelle. It’s the kind of tree you could sit beneath for a picnic or a good rant. Have a look at what the Fictioneers are writing about today.
Week 3 in Newcago Serial When the Lights Go On
week 2 in Newcago Serial Can’t Kill The Thirst
Week 1 in Newcago Serial Secret Weapon