The long ride from the port proved stressful. Max was thinking about home: his wife and his little girl whom he would see again after 7months. It was past noon. The day was hot and the bustle about the city was at an intense peak.
He alighted at Fark Lane and decided to stroll home. A little distance from home, his phone rang. The screen showed "Unknown".
"Hello" he said.
"Piece of advice. " a distorted voice said, "Don't go into the house."
The call ended. Max's stared at the phone, confounded. Then, the words registered: "the house!!".
Just then, Molly rushed out screaming " Daddy!!"
Martha appeared by the doorway, a loving smile in her lips.
Max began to run, shouting:
"Leave the house!! Leave the house!!"
Molly stopped, confused. Martha didn't understand. Molly ran back to her mom. In that instant, the house went up in flames; an explosion that hurled Max backwards till he smashed on the hard tarmac.
When he looked up, his house was gone and a wild fire seemed to be burning the clouds. His blood rained on his face and body, and through it, all he saw was a bloody red sky.
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