Mooseifer
John sighed heavily as the ashes from the fire settled on his boots. The fire had engulfed his house into nothing but a mere pile of dark ashes.
"He was still in there." He whispered to no one in particular, his eyes remained fixed upon the place where his house once had been.
"Who was? Your dad?" Allison asked in a quiet manner, putting her arm around John for comfort.
John replied with a small nod.
John never liked his father, but, he was the last of his family that ever even met John, and now, because of his father's careless accident that happened when he was drunk out of his mind, he was gone...forever.