“The supper will be ready soon.”
She took my hands and gently placed me by the fireside before hurrying off to the kitchen.
The noisy wood crackled its fumes even as the kids converted the dining table into their imaginary battlefield behind me.
Their jabber turns into screams even as the dark smoke engulfs the house.
It leaves me with the charred remains of a place I once called home.
The last memories of a time lost.
No triumph in surviving the horrors. Only a haunting void.