The rule today is 150 words exactly. Here's the prompt:
Thanks for reading. Here's my story:
They set the fire on purpose.
A few, upset, protested peacefully. When that fateful spark jumped, no one could’ve predicted the damage. Destruction. Devastation. Smoldering embers of rubble that once held people’s lives and livelihoods.
Vitriolic hate spurted from both sides. Blame surged hot, spreading faster than fire. Virulent voices spewed condemnation, pointing fingers and vilifying everyone.
The next fire may have been an accident.
But not the next.
Or the next.
Soon the world was burning. Retaliation. Revenge. Retribution.
Ash and smoke choked our throats and our bodies smeared with soot as we scrabbled through the blackened wreckage. Searching. Seeking. Scouring. Scrutinizing. Sifting. To find the grain of truth. The right. The side.
But there was nothing.
Listless among the ruins, the ravages of what remain, we dream of refreshment.
A deluge to quench the fires raging out of control.