The Small Fire
Act I: The Night It HappenedI was twenty-four when the fire took my parents.Not a fire, really. The fire department said there was no fire. No smoke, no heat, no burned furniture. Just two piles of ash where my mother and father used to be, and their clothes folded neatly on the floor like they'd taken them off and gone to bed.It was my birthday. I'd gone home from the bar where I worked—The...
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