Paragraph of the Week (19)

Another week, another paragraph. Almost to the half way point with this one…almost…

John had been waiting for this day for years, it was a needed piece of the jigsaw puzzle that had become his life, the last one he needed. Ever since her death, he had been trying to make sense of what had happened. The pieces would float in front of him, some of them missing, some of them cut in halves. Jacques was there, his burnt fedora evidence enough. John was out on patrol. The fire started. She couldn’t get past the flames and falling beams of burning wood. The firemen came too late. And John…John came just in time to see her face.


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