It all started with the fire…

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When I got to the front of the crowd just before the caution taped barrier, my throat closed up. My house. It was my house. I blinked a few times. I forgot about the police and the people, and ducted below the yellow tape line. My family was in there, they were supposed to be home. I heard my voice as if I were someone else screaming their names, “Mom, Dad, Johnny,” over and over again struggling against the mass of people and emergency workers who were preventing me from reaching the inferno.

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One thought on “It all started with the fire…

  1. Little did she know!

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