Fire, Fire Burning Bright

                  

By William M Balsamo

 

The fire began at night sometime after the winter sun had set. It started in Mr. Broderick's back yard. A pile of firewood had caught fire. Some say it was from a discarded cigarette butt which had not been fully extinguished. Thank God no one was hurt and the fire was quickly discovered and put out within minutes once the fire trucks had arrived,

 

Mr. Broderick did not smoke and he had not been in his backyard all day.

 

    "Someone passing by must have thrown the cigarette butt on the wood.h he told the fire inspector investigating the case

    "But, its odd that the wood caught fire fro a cigarette butt, isn't it?" The fire inspector asked.

    "Besides the wood pile is at the back of the house away from the street." he continued.

 

    The inspector was puzzled and so were Mr. Broderick and also the small crowd of local curious people who had gathered to be witness to the spectacle.

 

    Narrow Straits was a small town, an inbred community where everyone knew one another and families often intermarried so everybody was somebody's cousin. It was a town where people grew up and stayed, even those who went to college, (which were very few.)

    "We like it here," Jake once said when he was asked why he liked living there. "It's peaceful and we have no crime."

    The town of Narrow Straits got its name from its location. It was built on a strait of water which connected two larger bodies of water. The town was settled during the years of depression when families lost their homes in the city and made their summer cottages their permanent homes. The people of the town worked at civil service jobs which required labor rather than education. The community grew but did not flourish and the town remained insular yet safe, united and unique. The people of arrow Straits were proud of their town which kept to old traditions and was always several paces behind the times.

 

   About a week after the fire in Mr. Broderick's wood pile a second fire broke out. This was in Mr. Cullen's trashcan near the side of the road. Again the fire brigade came to the rescue and put out the fire before it could become a blaze and once again it was started at night close to nine in the evening. At least that's what the fire inspector suspected. This time no cigarette butt was found but some old newspapers had been set on fire which set a stream of red flames and black smoke into the air.

 

    Mr. Cullen was surprised that his trashcan had been torched.

    "Who would set a trashcan on fire?" he asked the police officer who had joined the fire inspector for the investigation. the police sergeant and the fire inspector called both Mr. Broderick and Mr. Cullen into private counsel.

 

    "Do either of you men have any enemies in the community? I mean, does anyone here bear you a grudge?"

 

    This interrogation shocked both men. "No, this is a peaceful town.h

gThey argued in defense. gWe've been here all our lives. No one we know wants to hurt us."

    The homes of the Brodericks and the Cullens were several blocks apart and the origin of both fires remained suspicious.  

   After further queries the fire inspector announced, "We suspect this is the work of arson. These fires are deliberate and we have to find the person involved."

 

   With the help of the local priest an emergency meeting was held in the church hall. The announcement was posted in stores and on billboards in town. Notices were attached to telephone poles and fences. "Emergency Meeting! All town folks are asked to attend a meeting at the Church Hall at 8 p.m. on Friday the 21st concerning the two fires at Mr. Broderick and Mr. Cullen's home."

 

    When Friday arrived the Church hall was filled to capacity. Fr. Kiernan the local pastor remarked that more people were present at this meeting than ever came to Church services.

 

    The mood was somber and the fire inspector along with the police commissioner led the meeting.

 

The fire inspector was the first to speak. he stood up and gazed out at the crowd gathered to hear what the meeting was about.

   "We called you here tonight because we think you have a problem in your community. As you know, over the past two weeks we have had two fires. No great property damage was done and the fires seemed to be accidents, yet we have reasons to believe that they were deliberate and meant to get attention."

 

    The group gathered began to murmur among themselves. One gentleman raised his hand and stood up, "Can you be more specific?"

 

   The fire inspector continued. "We have seen this pattern before and we have reason to believe that the fires were deliberate and will occur again unless the person who set the fires is stopped. We also believe that the person is a member of this community."

 

   The group began to murmur among themselves and became agitated and enlivened.

 

    "We also think," the fire inspector continued, gthat there may be some of you here who know who the person is and are trying to protect him or her from the police."

 

   The crowd suddenly became silent and the police commissioner stood up, "Arson is a crime but it is also a call fro help. Whoever has been setting these fires is a very sick person and needs immediate help. If any of you know who the person is please come forward and let us know. If you don't want to be known, we can give you a number to call and you can leave a message, but we need your help."

 

   The crowd gather in the hall became somber and serious. They looked at each other and began to suspect one another. "This has always been a peaceful town." "It has always been a safe place to live." "We never had to fear walking the streets at night." This is what went through the minds of those present.

 

   Suddenly they were confronted with suspicion. An arsonist walked among them.  He was in their midst. He was their neighbor. Perhaps he had grown up among them, worked with them, taken part in their festivals and was known to everyone. Who could it be?

 

   days passed and suspicions grew. No one was to be trusted. In the evening everyone stayed awake for fear their home may be set on fire. The community had been so closely woven together into a fabric but it was falling apart at the seams. It had been a community of trust but now it was a group of people who began to isolate themselves from each other.

 

   "It must be someone from outside the neighborhood" was the general conclusion reached by most people. What was once an ideal place to live now became xenophobic and unwelcoming even to the point of becoming hostile and strange, Even the lone driver who stopped in a store to buy a pack of cigarettes was not welcomed.

  A week had passed since the town meeting when the fire inspector made a visit to the parish priest.

  "Father, may I speak with you?"

  "Yes, of course."

  "Well, I mean in private."

  The priest led the fire commissioner into a consultation room next to the rectory.

  The fire inspector seemed both pleased and worried.

  "Father, I think wefve caught our man."

  "You mean the arsonist?"

  "yes," he said with a nod of his head," We think it's Jim O'Connor."

  The priest turned white.

  "No, it couldn't be him. Hefs only a kid."

  "Sixteen. Old enough to know right from wrong."

  "But he comes from a good family and has always been a good boy. He would never do that!"

   "Father what you say is true but all the evidence points to him and he needs help."

  

   Jim was sixteen years old and well-bred in the neighborhood. He was a quiet, shy boy who always respected his teachers and tried to please his elders. At school he did well and got along with his classmates who treated him as equal even tough the found him difficult to understand. he was mysterious and preferred to be alone most of the time often distancing himself from the group. Although he was not the best student when it came to grades, he was earnest in his work and never was absent from classes.

 

   It was in his second year of high school when his mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It was discovered at a routine health check and caused no pain. a period of denial, delayed therapy until its constant and steady growth progressed through several stages.

 

   Jim watched his mother slowly succumb as her health deteriorated. he kept the pain within himself as he observed  his once strong, indomitable mother slowly lose energy and weaken into helpless debility. How such a strong mother who managed a home of seven children could be humbled so quickly by a ravaging disease.

 

    Her illness only caused him to retreat further into himself and a distance grew between him and others. He confided in no one and spoke to not a soul about his other's illness convinced that in silence there would be a cure.

 

   When his mother died, Jim showed no remorse, not even a tear, but he was totally changed. he sat in front of her waked body like a soldier with eyes focused on her remains. It was as though his own soul had taken a departure from his own body to join her in the afterlife.

   The months that followed the funeral were quiet and lonely. At home the children hardly spoke about their feelings. The mother's presence was everywhere in the home. Her spirit lingered in corners and crevices. Everyone expected her to reappear at any moment to prepare a final supper, to offer consolation and advice, to encourage and most precious of all - to be silent. She had been a driving force within the family and even in death her spirit refused to let go.

 

    Several months after her death, the father, an equally power presence in the family announced to the children that he was going to take on a second wife. He explained to the children that such a decision was based on a need more powerful than love, a need to provide the children with someone to care for them, prepare their meals, clean their clothes, and maintain the home. His announcement was met with a profound silence.

 

    What he thought would be a solution was really an open door to confusion. The children had mixed feelings about accepting their new mothers into their home. It was unfortunate because she was a good woman. She did not want to replace their real mother or to prove herself a better substitute. She only anted to fill a void, to give then security and a place to call home.

    All of the children accepted the substitute except Jim. He felt pain. He did not want to be appeased. He wanted what was and had been and not what could be. He could not express his anger and frustration but he wanted his protest to be heard.

 

   It was then, after three months of isolated pain, that he set his first fire. He set it in such places where it could not spread and then he retired to a distant spot to watch it grow. The red flames, the burning glow and power of anger and love - fire - the paradox of nature. We need it to keep warm and when not under control, it destroys.

    After the first fire, he was appeased for a while. Then came an urge; a second, large fire was needed to get full attention; a cry for help or a manifestation of power?

 

    The second fire was larger and brought forth the concern of the community. It was Jake who first saw him as the one who set the fire. But Jake had known the boy since he was a child. He was protective of the family and kept his silence.

 

    In small communities silence is hard to keep and eyes are ever vigilant.

 

   "This setting of fires is only a phase,h Jake reasoned with himself, "Besides he sets them off away for the houses. Just a phase he'll grow out of one of these days. Give him time."

 

    But the fires continued and the fire inspector and chief of police came upon the scene, and with their instinct and training played detective and found the arsonist, sixteen year old Jim OfConnor.

 

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   "So what are we going to do?" the priest asked suggesting the decision was also his.

   "Well, we'll take him down to the station, make a report and have him speak wit a psychologist to determine his motive. It's a bit of a routine.h After a pause he continued. gWefll go easy on him.h

 

   The news spread quickly through the community. It was murmured in the supermarket near the school and the post office near the gas station. In rumors came also the embellished retellings, details were added which had nothing to do with the truth.

 

   An officer came later that afternoon to the Of Connors home and took Jim away. A small group had gathered in silence at the front door as Jimmyfs mother and father stood tear-stained in stoic silence at the entrance.

 

    Soon after the OfConnors sold their home and moved away from the town of Narrow Straits. No one spoke much of the fires afterwards and in time they were near forgotten buried under the passage of time and the onward thrust of the change of seasons.