The Tenant

She entered the yard from the south, creeping silently under moonlight.
She flipped the cap and let the fluid pour onto the grass under her feet.
She decided it would be good to leave a message, just so there was no confusion.
She struck it once.
Ripping the match across the strike crackled out like a mad cat in the night.
She put the light up to her face.
A discernible smile.
She let it fall.
Heat.
Blood pumping wildly against her veins.
She waits.
One more second.
Just one more second.