In dispute, a tiny story

The property’s ownership was long disputed, reclaiming it a cause Rella was ready to die for. But her jerk of a brother said to let it go, pretend it was never theirs. Rella crackled with fury over this as police dragged her away from the SOLD sign, a can of kerosene in one of her hands, a lit match in the other.

The tidbit above came from a freewrite today. I took five words from a book I’d just read, Before We Were Yours by Lisa Wingate, (an excellent read that kept me from getting much of anything done yesterday) and used them to create a tiny story.