Regret

 

“I can always come back for it” he thought to himself as he got into the car.

Little did he know that he would never get the chance.

He drove all morning and afternoon, stopping only for gas, and when the sun had long gone, he started looking for a hotel.

Absentmindedly watching the news, he caught a glimpse of what looked very much like his house, now hundreds of miles away.

Or more exactly, what was left of his house, because most of it was gone.

The explosion had been so immense, he knew he’d never see it again.