A mini saga (50 words) for this week’s prompt at Tuesday Scribes.
Mercier kneeled, surveying the scene.
Presently… “It’s clear what’s happened, Addington,” he addressed his assistant.
“Obviously, Wilberforce was perched on the wall, enjoying a cuppa and reading the Times. He angered the wrong fire god.” Rising to his feet and with a flourish of his cape Mercier added, “And exploded.”