Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34369352-20190905231704/@comment-30319843-20190929132533

We sat in the living room of the apartment, on the opposite couches. The central heating system was on, and was working fine in mid-winter. It was already warm inside the room.

“You know those leaked papers on the You-Know-Which site?” he began.

I looked side to side. Far to my left was the balcony, which was closed by a sliding glass door. It faced outwards and overlooked the street outside. There were only three floors in this complex, but it was as high as a six or seven floor building.

“Why are you speaking as if... we are being watched?” I asked.

He didn’t reply. He just stared at the balcony door for a while, maybe fancying something I didn’t even want to think of.

“It’s just that... you know” — he suddenly cleared his throat — then continued — “The documents I told you about while you were sleepishly driving on the way here, you remember about those, right?”

“Guess so. Why?”

“Because,” he said, staring at me, scrutinizing me, grimly, “Now I know, that the fire in the city was totally...

...not by human intervention.”

“What do you mean?”

“It was by... something else.”