Post 1636. Wednesday November 15
As flames licked the smoke-filled sky, banging, crackling, and the sound of exploding windows filled the air.
A paramedic knelt beside a fire-ravaged man. ‘Up there, my little girl’ he whispered with his dying breath.
‘I hear something’ yelled the Fire Chief.
‘Daddy, where are you?’
‘Look, there. We’ll never reach her, get the air cushion’
A terrified child climbed onto a window ledge, let out a chilling scream and jumped.
In a garden where an apartment block once stood, a young lady places flowers on a bench and strokes the words carved in its backrest.
Daddy, you passed me on your way up to heaven they read.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and J Hardy Carroll for the photo.