one day one of the women brought up the subject of the inevitability of the old mans death. she planted worry in the other two and suggested they secretly begin the legal process of taking ownership of the house to protect themselves. the other women agreed and plans were implemented. as the process advanced, motions were filed, papers were served and when the old man held them in his hands he felt such a sense of betrayal that he was filled with unfamiliar rage. as he learned more, it became apparent that his ability to stop the proceedings was nil because of their long-term residency and his advanced age.
the women fled the house (certain they would return as the new owners) as he began to destroy his belongings. the old man walked through the rooms of the once peaceful house and spilled a trail of fuel from an old red gas can. when he reached the front yard, he threw a lit match behind him. the old man did not blink or flinch when his house exploded behind him. the red-orange flames from the house turned him into a silhouette, but with every step he took, his rage dissipated.
the man was never seen again.