Black RepublicChapter 3
After the short funeral service out side on the front lawn of the house Tim took three of the jerry cans inside and poured fifteen gallons of gas in the carpets. When he came out it was like he might have been saying a silent good bye. He stood at the door for a short while. After a minute he struck a kitchen match and threw it inside. There was a whoosh and the inside of the house was filled with flames. Tim drove his golf cart to the wooden bridge. He poured his remaining can of gas out...