Canterbury

A spark. Then, a flame. The fire happened suddenly. Flicker turned flame, and inferno roared into the silent night. Eyes glued to the horrific scene. The windows exploded. Tears streaked down innocent faces. The roof collapsed, sending an eruption of embers into the sky. Soon, the manor was no more, a heap of rubble in its place. Canterbury, nestled under the moon and stars, slept still. Wives clung to their husbands, children to their mothers. The crisp air pricked their wet faces. And the town stood, and they watched, as if there was nothing to be done. And nothing could be done. They were surely, very dead by this time. The family: the Abbott's.