Returning to the Scene (microfiction)



The wildfire had raged remorselessly toward Paradise. He’d barely escaped through the burning pines.

Afterward, people searched for heirlooms in charred debris. Nobody noticed the yard’s freshly turned earth under its light layer of ash.

Snow drifts covered the ruins now. He grinned. San Quentin wouldn’t have him this time.




Writing Prompt: Write a 50-word story containing the words burn, cover, drift, light, and pine

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  1. ChristineDecember 5, 2019 at 3:49 PM

    A wildfire as a murder coverup is super dramatic! I'm curious as to whether the fire came at a convenient time, or if the murder was opportunistic - that is, whether it took advantage of an already raging fire. It feels a bit like the tight wordcount limited your opportunity to develop some of the plotline here, especially with the first portion in past perfect eating up extra words.

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