PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
The insatiable flames grew, devouring the building. The stench of charred beams clogged throats and burned eyes.
The owner stood, shoulders stooped, hands in pockets, shaking his head endlessly. Everything he owned, damaged beyond repair. Sure, there was insurance, but he didn’t know if he had the energy to start over again.
It wasn’t just his own loss. Jobs that had helped keep his village alive and thriving had burned right along with the building. Countless families would be added to the welfare rolls; there was nowhere else to turn.
Such evil. Such incredible evil.