Conflagration

Burn. She stepped away from what once was a house. Ashes glowed to make her face red. Now he could see the hatred inside of her. Burn. The lights flashed blue and red in her face. She smiled. They can come take me away, Im happy now. Burn. I hope you like hell. I hear it's nice and warm. You and your new girl can go make love there. Burn. They slapped handcuffs on her, read her her rights. The deed was done. Burn. They read the charges: Two accounts of manslaughter, posession of illegal drugs, and, of course, arson. Burn. The bars closed behind her. Life in jail without parole rang in her ears. She had known what she had done, and she was proud of it. Who knew that gas stove would ever come in so handy? Burn. She got out of her car and ran her fingers through her hair. What the hell? He was in bed with another girl. They lie naked together, embarassed. Burn. He and her were kissing on the bed. I love you she told him. He said the same to her. They had a bond that could never be broken. They took each other's clothes off and he surveyed her. Burn. She had a date tonight. Boy, was she excited. She was gonna wear her new red dress and red lipstick. He was cute. She liked him. They met at work. Burn. The house still lay in ashes. She smiled. She was happy with her new home.