I’ve had another go at the 100 word challenge for grownups… the prompt is, again, in bold.
By Wednesday, the house lay still. Footsteps tracked across the grimy floor, and runnels of water left greasy trails down the smoke-stained walls.
The far corner of the dining room was, incongruously, almost untouched. The walls retained an echo of their original colour. A charred, wet box exposed its contents.