How did I find myself here?
Her death was an accident.
But how does one explain to the authorities, when they aren’t even certain what happened themselves? Although not intentional, the end result is still the same, ultimately, my fault. No one would believe my outlandish story. Wrapping my own mind around it, was proving difficult.
And now, I find myself purposely destroying evidence, my panic rising with the flickering flames, as they grow into a full blaze. The red glow mesmerizes my tortured soul.
How did this happen?
Response to #writephoto / Thursday Challenge / Sue Vincent