Iain Cooper

  • Iain Cooper

I’d heard stories about a terrible fire that ripped through our apartment block years ago. That it was started by an estranged father crippled with anger and fuelled by drink. They say he beat his wife. And the kids. I’ll probably never know the truth but pretty much everyone in the building believed it. Which made everyone in the building his enemy. Last night at around 5.30am, I woke to the sound of children screaming. It only lasted a few seconds. And may have been a dream. Found out today that the fire started at 5am. He had three kids.

Seed by Iain Cooper. Image by Csaba Bánáti.