While they laughed about the faithful they had fleeced, he stalked outside the church walls, pouring the accelerant. Within the tiny church, the sounds of mirth soon morphed to sounds of passion. The match fell to a whoosh, a whump!
As the flames began to rage, like the wrath of an Old Testament God, rhythmic moaning and grunting that had turned to screams of passion, turned to screams of terror, turned to screams of agony. Then there was only the sound of the fire’s greedy breathing.
For a moment he stood silhouetted by the firestorm. Then he turned and walked away.
I like this, it feels like it’s part of a larger piece due to the P4F, is that the case?
@davejamesashton Thanks! Your feedback and encouragement is sincerely appreciated. Yes, in answer to your question. This is part of a series of standalone 101 word stories that form a whole…at least that’s my goal. Sort of a micro pulp fiction thing…
I’m trying to figure out WordPress and Twitter at the same time, and predictably doing a half arsed job with each. But on my list of things to-do is to link them together in WordPress.
Brilliant DeRicki! A very enjoyable read and am interesting idea too.