Rob had often been accused of burning the candle at both ends. The truth was, Rob just liked burning things, period. His late night excursions, often disguised as business meetings, football with the boys or team away days always resulted in his hands smelling of petrol and his clothes reeking of smoke.
His wife didn’t mind.
She was happy of the time alone.
It gave her time to have a natter with friends on the phone, catch up with her soaps, marinate some meat, complete a puzzle or, like tonight, dispose of the charred bodies that just kept building up.
Submitted for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. See if you can write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words.