The Fire
When the fire came it took down the
whole house. It of course was my
fault. Leaving a light on not thinking
of the SDR.
It was like a dream and like a
nightmare at the same time. The only
scream was from myself (partly because there was no one else in the house, and
partly because it was early in the morning).
The scream sounded like someone had plucked every hair from my body off
individually.
The fire came through the house
like a wave of searing water. It left
everything in the house destroyed. It
left the house in pieces. It left the
house with no roof, no floor, and no more than one wall.
The most cathartic moment in my
life was that point in time. And
although destroying my house, my belongings, and my life, it changed me in ways
I cannot elucidate. It left me with the
aspiration for everything in good life.
It left me with the apprehension that I could never have anything of
assessment again.
