Lights off
The house was empty. The noise of the keys unlocking the front door echoed through the empty rooms.
The plastic over the furniture moved with the wind from a window barely open. Everything was inside the boxes and no lights except for a candle in the kitchen.
He walked in and took his boots off and the raincoat that was still wet. As he walked in a flash of lightning illuminated the house for a second.
As he walked to the kitchen, he heard someone crying. The candlelight projected a figure on the wall in front.
Her head was held by her hands and her hair fell over them.
When he stepped into the kitchen the shadow was gone and all there was left was the beating of the candle as it lit the kitchen walls.
He leaked two fingers and turned off the candle.
When he did he heard the crying again. In the next room, followed by the rustle of the plastic over the furniture.
He followed the noise and noticed one of the couches was on fire as the smoke from the candle slowly raised up.
