He lay on the grass watching the clouds above him billow by. The noise was deafening and the people wouldn’t leave him alone. The pool of water growing near his head lapped closer and closer as the fireman nearest him continued to spray water onto the roof.

He could hear people yelling at him to move and get up but he couldn’t. he had tried since he’d collapsed there after crawling from the back door but all his strength was gone.

Several of the firemen had tried to pull him away but had then gotten quickly distracted by the screams from the house. The three young faces pressed against the upstairs window becoming more of a concern than the grinning maniac lying just out of harm’s way on the grass.

The water finally lapped against the side of his head as he continued to smile and laugh up at the pleasing clouds billowing dark and low against the sky.

They were beautiful and full of life.

Another fire truck appeared, this one with a ladder. He knew it was already too late as the screaming had stopped moments before.

This had been the best one yet. Not much preparation had been required.

The home had been left unlocked. The bedrooms had all been upstairs. He’d piled some furniture, quietly, at the bottom of the stairs first, pouring a little petrol here and there. He’d left a small trail through the kitchen to the back door and set it alight.

The family had no chance. He had watched them earlier that day and knew that all seven would be upstairs asleep.

He always hated it when the fumes got them first. The quiet fires were boring. He liked the screams, loved the shouts for help. He didn’t mind it if occasionally a few folk survived. But this had been his best.

He was actually quite happy when the police arrived and hauled him to his feet.

It was worth it.

He lay on the grass watching the clouds above him billow by. The noise was deafening and the people wouldn’t leave him alone. The pool of water growing near his head lapped closer and closer as the fireman nearest him continued to spray water onto the roof.

He could hear people yelling at him to move and get up but he couldn’t. he had tried since he’d collapsed there after crawling from the back door but all his strength was gone.

Several of the firemen had tried to pull him away but had then gotten quickly distracted by the screams from the house. The three young faces pressed against the upstairs window becoming more of a concern than the grinning maniac lying just out of harm’s way on the grass.

The water finally lapped against the side of his head as he continued to smile and laugh up at the pleasing clouds billowing dark and low against the sky.

They were beautiful and full of life.

Another fire truck appeared, this one with a ladder. He knew it was already too late as the screaming had stopped moments before.

This had been the best one yet. Not much preparation had been required.

The home had been left unlocked. The bedrooms had all been upstairs. He’d piled some furniture, quietly, at the bottom of the stairs first, pouring a little petrol here and there. He’d left a small trail through the kitchen to the back door and set it alight.

The family had no chance. He had watched them earlier that day and knew that all seven would be upstairs asleep.

He always hated it when the fumes got them first. The quiet fires were boring. He liked the screams, loved the shouts for help. He didn’t mind it if occasionally a few folk survived. But this had been his best.

He was actually quite happy when the police arrived and hauled him to his feet.

It was worth it.

 

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