morning in the burned house (джен)

The power’s flickering in and out, still. It’s a wonder that the water’s still on, but Dad says it’s piped in from a well, not the reservoir. They’re better off than the rest of the town. He seems proud of this. Proud of the fact that he still has a working TV when some people were lucky enough to escape with their lives.
When twenty-two people and counting—didn’t.