The fire raged with menace, its bright hot orange flames licked the timber with such nimble speed that in no time the house was razed to the ground.
The Darlington’s barely managed to escape the inferno with their lives and only their pyjamas on.
Thankfully, through their weeks of shock and coming to terms with their misfortune their wonderful neighbours rallied around them.
‘We are going to rebuild a bigger and better home Jo,’ Ziggy assured his wife and hugged her to his side as they stared while the workers cleared the charred remains of their former home.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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What a beautiful entry to the prompt J!! I am always in awe of how well you write. This post was so good – it evoked emotions of loss, fear, trust, and joy all at once. 🙂
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Great story Jacquie 🙂
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a beautiful take on the prompt. .
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Great flash fiction.
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Thank you Kitt 🙂
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Wonderful take Jacqueline. Thank goodness for good neighbours! Especially in times where there wasn’t home insurance.
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