The Fresh Start
The cops still hadn’t figured out what started the fire, and he knew they never would. The landlord seemed uneasy about him, but still offered to come today to help unpack. As he piled singed boxes in the corner, the stink of smoke filled the room and sent a chill through his weak body. He paused as footsteps crossed the floor over his head towards the basement door. Coming, he hollered. He climbed the stairs and found the hallway empty. He walked to the front door and saw no car in the driveway. Terror set in. It was starting again.