Author's Note: This is a picture post. We get a picture and we write about it. I am writing as I am the woman in the picture.
I stood there, staring at what I had done. I'd gotten out of control and I ruined it for everyone. I knew I couldn't stay here otherwise the police would arrest me for life. My decision was made, I had to leave. I packed my stuff up and started to walk away from the disaster that I caused and looked back.My home town was ruined. I didn't mean for the fire to happen. It just happened. I couldn't believe that I had started that fire and destroyed the town. Why did I do it? Why? All my memories of my childhood was lost. And so was I.
Oh, wow, this is very cool! It's fascinating how we each see something different within the same picture. You could actually extend this idea and write a short story around this same theme.
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