100 word story: What remains

burnt-shack

Amidst the charred remains lie remnants of children’s clothes. Someone cared. But where were they all in the early hours of the morning when that shack went up in smoke, smothering, choking and snuffing out the tortured screams of three innocent lives?

Someone heard a fight, the mother’s screams. Someone brought a pail of water but it was too late.

Who are they who should defend this happening again?

It just did. Another child torched in a shack yesterday. A melted, twisted shell of metal. Remnants of a home, another life stolen by them. By us all. Where were we?