The fire had been efficient, and rapid. The outline of the building was left in soot on the ground, a few mostly charred timber planks left in the center of the outline.
My great grandfather, he'd have gotten straight to work, cutting down trees, making planks, rebuilding it himself.
My grandfather, he'd have gone to the local church and gathered the community together and got them to pitch in, rebuilding it collectively.
My father, he'd have gone to the insurance company, demanded they honor their contract, rebuilding it commercially.
Me, I just wished I could set it alight once more.
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