From across the road he watched the roof collapse as the fire did its worst. He felt sorry for the Jones family as they stood around wrapped in blankets watching the firefighters fail to save their home of thirty years; they were nice people.
He knew that if anyone asked how it got started, he would tell them. Why not? But nobody would. They never did. When there was a spate of horse slashing, nobody had asked him. When all those cats went missing, nobody thought to speak to him.
He shrugged, went back inside. Switched on his computer.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word picture challenge. Find it here.