Fire

By the time her postcard arrived, my house had already burned down. The postie left it on the ash pile where the front door used to be, along with the bills, and a note saying "We tried to deliver your parcel but you were out". A pint of milk sat nearby on the cracked doorstep. When I stopped by to collect it all, a man came up to me. He said he was sorry to interrupt, but how much did I know about Battersea Dogs & Cats Home? I told him it wasn't a good time. He said that was fine, and asked if he could use my toilet.