Story of My Life

Burn To Freedom

   

I set the last container of gasoline down onto the ground, then stepped back, studying the old house. I decided to circle it, making sure the amount I used covered everything.

Satisfied, I stepped back again.

   I pulled out an old-fashioned lighter, snapped the top open, and flicked it on. For a moment, I had found myself staring at the flames. It was captivating.

I looked up at the house one more time, sighed in disgust, and threw the lighter.

   The house caught fire with a loud whoosh, sparks flying in every direction, streaks of red and orange engulfing it. I laughed in delight.

I was finally free.