Friday Fictioneers: Consumed

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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.

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32 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Consumed

  1. When my parent’s house burned there was an empty feeling and shock. It was a flue fire and no one was severely hurt, only the loss of precious personal possessions including old family photos. We built them a nice little house on the same spot, but it just didn’t have the same feeling.

    Hopefully, with the help of the employees this owner can find the strength to rebuild too.

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