Fire and Air
By Pelaam
Kicking at a pile of ash, Kenton wandered on through the charred remnants of what had once been a run-down warehouse. He bent over, closed his eyes and focused on the area. His ESP told him the fire was no accident. Several spots around the desolation still glowed red in his mind when he reached them.
There was something off in the power glows he found along with nothing that any ordinary arsonist would employ.
There wasn’t any orange.
There’s no joy. Although they’ve faded, I see red and black, purple and even a hint of grey. That’s like a mix of fear, ambition and sadness. He sighed as he straightened up. Three fires, no material evidence of arson but definitely not accidental. Unfortunately, my ESP alone isn’t proof enough. The court likes facts, not feelings
