Jack had been working on one of his latest pieces when his phone had rung. Answering it before even checking he had greeted the caller but stopped when he heard it was the man in charge of the Splat! Art Gallery. His eyes had gradually widened as the man explained something horrible had happened and that Jack had to come down to the gallery right now.
He had, of course, but what met him gutted him entirely.
It had been a fire.
The gallery had gone up in flames.
Jack’s work was gone.
Majority of them had been originals. Pieces that meant so much to him and they were gone. He thanked God that the original of Katelynn painting was with her, and not here, for to lose that would have shattered him.
The man is talking about compensation and insurance and things that Jack could care less about. He shuddered, nodding his head mutely, arms around himself as he stared at the firemen who were cleaning up the mess left behind. His work… his work… Why had this happened?
For a moment Hot Flash’s threat flashed through his mind. Fire. Fire.
God he hoped it hadn’t been her. Had she found him? But he’d done nothing to her! Nothing at all!
Paperwork signed, promises of a pay out and other things done, Jack shakily makes his way home.
Jack Maple 