A Murder of Crows: Six

To be alone was impossible. His thoughts chattered with fear.

The firehouse at the top of the rise was burning. Flames in the upper windows looked like tongues licking the sky.

Raymond walked closer but was stopped by its heat. “Help! Anybody!“ he screamed, his voice choking. Ashes floated around him. In the opposite direction toward the highway, smoke bloomed and followed the air moving invisibly above. He walked away from the firehouse, beyond the reach of the flames, and sat on the curb watching it burn. To be alone was impossible. His thoughts chattered with fear. He rose and walked away toward the part of town where large homes bordered the river. Behind him, he heard the caw of crows sharp and grating above the roar of the fire.

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