She stood there, watching what was left of the house, burning. There were no tears. No sorrow. All she felt was calmness. It was finally over. If those walls which have been reduced to burning embers could talk, the unspeakable horrors of what transpired in that house would make anyone’s skin crawl and fill even the hardhearted with utter revulsion. She had lived those horrors firsthand. Her scars were not visible but they were there.
How the fire started, she had no idea but it was her liberator. She was free. Yes, those flames had delivered her from hell.
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Notes to Women 
A grim story. Well told.
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Thanks, Margaret.
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I wonder if she had anything to do with how that fire started?
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Actually, she didn’t but she was thankful that it happened.
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Dear Adele,
I can imagine what those walls would say if they could talk. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Yes, if those walls could talk…Thank you 🙂
Shalom,
Adele
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Sad and dark. I especially like how you set up the fire to free her from hell when usually flames are associated with hell (the type I know about, there may be other versions).
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Thanks :). Yes, fire is usually associated with Hell (hellfire). I thought that it would be ironic or interesting that fire would be her liberator.
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A sad tale.
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Very sad. Well-told.
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Yes, it’s a very sad story. Thanks, Lisa.
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Liberated by fire – sadly the scars will never disappear.
Well done, Adele.
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Yes, the scars never disappear. Thanks, Dale.
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Liberated from hell by flames. Love the irony there.
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Thanks, Linda.
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