Fire in the NeighborhoodA Story by JordanEasley
There's a mysterious fire in the neighborhood and one man knows the cause.
The house fell apart as it slowly burned to the ground. Windows were blown out. The wooden floor boards blackened and disintegrated. The crystal chandeliers hung high above it all, dangling over their doom. The roof collapsed, allowing a thick cloud of smoke to slowly float out. the house was dying.
I pulled up in my old black pick up truck to see it all. The burning house...the thick cloud of smoke...The helpless man and woman who owned the house, their mouths frozen in an "O" of terror. Yet I sat...watching. It was late...really late. A little after midnight to be exact. The neighborhood was sleeping soundly...all but the burning couple...and me of course.
I opened the car door slowly and stepped out into the night. The smell of ashes greeted me like a loyal canine. I grabbed my wooden cane from under my seat and started for the house. The grass crunched under my feet. The heat from the flames must have scorched it. I finally made my way up to the front door. I was directly below a blown out window. The couple stared down at me, thinking I was there to help them. "Help us!" they repeatedly screamed. I looked up at them and chuckled to myself. Then I saw something I had not planned on. A child who looked to be about two years old...cradled in the arms of the mother. How could this be? I was certain that they had no children! I took in a deep breath...and exhaled. "Toss down the child." I said once I had regained my composure. "What?" the mother said, shocked. "Toss me down the damn child!" I hissed. I dropped my cane and raised both of my arms. The woman kissed the baby and got on her knees. She stretched her arms down as far as she could and then let go. The baby fell two stories...right into my arms. I turned and walked back to my truck.
Who knows why I waited so long to call the fire department? I surely don't. Who knows why the fire started? Hopefully no one. I pulled my truck full of gasoline, lighter fluid, and matches around the back of the house and took the baby inside. Then I checked on my farm. The farm that a certain wealthy couple wanted to buy. The farm that I refused to part with. The same farm that was forcefully taken from me when I couldn't pay the bills. The farm that cost that couple their lives. The farm that would be mine once again.
© 2012 JordanEasley
Harker Heights, TX
AboutMy name is Jordan Easley. I am 15 years old and I just enjoy writing in all formats. I am looking for an opportunity to share my work with the rest if the world to have it judged and to begin slowly.. more..