When she closed her eyes, her mind always returned to the crying and the deafening screams. She walked carefully, taking each step slowly as she made her way through the thick blanket of smoke and screams, that blurred her vision and dulled her senses.
She could hear the sharp, high-pitched cracking of the fire as it moved through the concrete and fallen timber of the once proud homes of her neighborhood. Like a cancer it spread, from one house to the next, and almost as quickly as her eyes could blink, the neighborhood vanished. Nothing was left but the soft sound of smoldering ash and the dark, drab colour of soot.
There was no laughter, there were no children playing capture the flag in between the rows of homes. She kept walking, and, willing the sunlight to break through the sufficating layer of smoke covering her head, she dropped to her knees.
She could feel her pulse rise and fall, and rise and fall...it repeated itself for several minutes. She couldn't hear the birds, nor see the sky... she was lost.
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