He stepped outside, muttering under his breath. The snow had picked up and it sliced through the air in diagonals. No cars moved in the lot and there wasn’t anyone else standing under the awning.
“I know I saw him.”
Through the snow he headed into the parking lot. All of the tire tracks and footprints were half-filled and at least twenty minutes old. He turned back towards the door when he noticed something to his right. In the distance, on top of Red Mountain, a glow incandesced through the storm. His first thought was of headlights cresting the hill but it was too far away and the glare too bright. Through squinted eyes he tried to focus. Some sort of terrestrial aurorae of orange and red leapt towards the low-lying clouds, and for a second seemed to paint them in flickering strokes.
His parent’s house was on fire.
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