Charles hung his head, trying to understand how this could have happened. Against all odds, he had escaped the stigma of being an inner-city ex-con, and had been warmly welcomed to the community, embraced and respected by his neighbors.
Now he looked down at the charred, barren ground where his home had stood before the out-of-control wildfires wiped out most of the structures in the once bucolic town. All that he possessed was in the backpack that he quickly packed up before abandoning his small, wooden home.
But now it was all gone, his home, his neighbors, and his faith.
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Andre Hunter.