this morning #1471.
this morning, as this now-flattened structure that lay before me was burning to the ground, an awful thought crossed my mind. had i blown out the candle downstairs? was this blaze a result of my carelessness? i couldn’t come up with a better explanation for the fire but i’m like 99% certain that i blew it out before heading up to bed. i at least remember thinking that i should. now that i was back at the home, i stood staring at the space where the staircase used to be, hoping to achieve some form of clarity. before that clarity had arrived, i spied, out of the corner of my eye, movement inside the shed. i headed over toward it to investigate. then i thought twice. went back & got my gun out of the trunk.