When the police and firemen arrived, I lied; ‘I didn’t know how the fire started. I can’t do anything with this broken arm!’
The young constable flipped through his notebook and replied, ‘you called four days ago and report your husband for domestic abuse. You give a statement and he was arrested.’
I nodded, distracted by the firemen damping down the blaze. One of them pulled out bits of charred shirt and inspected it. Another picked up a blacken wedding photograph in a smashed frame.
‘I just wanted some peace,’ I muttered, ‘there’s all I ever wanted.’
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/02/06/8-february-2019/ with thanks).
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