Sitting. Staring off in the distance. Waiting for something to come back that never will.
Death is like that, a cheater. Taker of what is most precious to you.
21 year-old Megan was sitting on the front porch of the family farm. After 125 years the home was still in good shape. A rambling, multi bedroom home, had seen a lot of history.
The latest being the fire of the old weather red barn. Megan had a lot of memories invested into the barn. Now it was all gone in a blink of eye. Possible electrical fire, maybe someone let a cigarette butt fall to ground. Whatever ever the cause, it ignited the dry hay. Nothing was left. The fire departments from the nearby towns tried unsuccessfully to put out the raging fire. Too dry they said, lack of water. Damn drought thought Megan, I have lost everything. My grandfather, dad, my brother and the horses.
In the middle of summer, an 21 year-old girl was to be looking forward to going to college that fall. Not three funerals, not raising her niece and nephew. Not trying to figure out how to salvage the family business.
Yup, one long hot dry summer was staring me in the face. Trying to explain to my niece and nephew that we were it. The fire took away everything that we knew. Grandpa, dad, my brother.
The horses. Our 3 generation family business burned up in the fire. Some of the pregnant mare were out on the pasture, or at a neighboring farm. The stallions, were either dead or had to be put out of their misery.
How are we going to get thru this? How will I raise Kendra and Kane? Is it even worth it?
All these questions and at this point no answers. At least we still had each other and the home I was raised in. Kendra and Kane will have to move in with me. I needed to make appointments, seek the answers to the questions racing around in my confused and grieving mind.
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My Fire
Mystery / ThrillerFire! Fire! I thought it was a terrible joke, or a horrible prank gone wrong. Never make those assumptions. It was a fire, and there was great loss.
