A teenaged boy set fire to the farmers field on a dare. He didn’t know it would go up in flames the way it did, the crops were unusually dry for this time of year. He stood there staring at the flames in awe of what he had done, his friends who set the dare had long since gone. They didn’t want to get in trouble and high-taled it in the rusty pick up truck.
It was in no time that the farmer who owned the crops came running from his little farmhouse and into the barn. The boy watched the farm animals being released from the barn. He sat there, knewing he had done wrong, but was willing to take the blame. The fire had gotten out of control.
The boy watched the farmer run back into the house and come out with a small child and his wife, they climbed into a truck and drove to the side of the road. They sat and watched the flames slowly take over everything. Fire trucks finally arrived and were able to save the house, but the barn was gone.
The boy still sat there unnoticed. Not a sound was heard from where he sat besides the crackling of the embers from where the corn once stood and a small squeak. The boy looked down at the ground, there was a small mouse covered in ash, must have ran from the field. The boy picked it up and dusted it off, and waited for the cops to come.