The night burns red: lights from
firetrucks illuminate fear to level
-- is it our place? We smelled
the smoke, coming home. No:
a vacant apartment across the
way: still, too close for comfort
-- neighbors gaggle in groups
of speculation, faces alternating
red and blue. Did you hear??
Didn't, doesn't matter: result is
the same. The pumpers and
ladders have left, but the scent
hangs heavy in the air, along with
sadness: could have been us.
Yes, it's a heart-stopping feeling. When I was in my last apartment, the third floor had a fire. I was scared for them, but also for my 1rst floor. Glad no one was hurt! Hugs,
Sheila
there is always much drama in life -- sometimes the only evidence, is a smoky stench and a pile of ashes -- but drama did visit that place when no welcome mat was there to summons it -- great write and observations Karla -- peace, love and joy to you -- JMW
Oh Karla so many can relate to this piece I for one can still smell the stench of a neighbors house burning during a cold Michigan winter and saying a double prayer of thank you for our protection and theirs. Very touching write. Peace, love, and blessings always. "Mikii"
Yes, any experiece like this is a bad one. I remember years ago the cheap apartment building I was living in after losing all I had in a divorce caught fire. My brother happened to be walking by it and was pretty alarmed until I walked up to him and he knew I was okay and not inside. Still...it is always a fear to deal with.
You bring us into the experience and it is a chilling moment! Since at one time I lost all in a fire I'm especially vulnerablw to them;
Glad you and Karen were spared the trauma!
Poignant write. I had a similar experience coming down the canyon and seeing the red glow on the horizon - just about where my horses live on 11 acres. Luckily it was 'just' a mile away. But I watched the fire lick up the mountain, not creeping, but hauling a$$. I've got such respect for fire now.
Love,
Becca~
When I hear sirens I always say a prayer...cause one day it could be me!
Your pen raises the fireman's ladders and an empathy provides the ink!
Excellent!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
The vacant house left a void
where once children played
now crumbled, smoldering silently, smoke swirling
Thank God no one was there
Love & peace be with you
So sad but I am glad it wasn't your place. Fred was a Fireman for nine years and all too often the wives were bringing coffee and sandwiches to them for hours and hours as they fought through the flames. Thank you for sharing.
We lost a house to Arson so I can relate to this one, thankfully no one was hurt, but a hundred year old history went up in flames, I am glad you and Karen are okay, praise the Lord for that
In Christs Love
Michelle~
Glad it wasn't our place that was burning; that would have NOT been at ALL good! And I'm glad the apartment involved was empty; it could have been tragic! In any event, excitement at the 'partments! You capture the fear, uncertainty, speculation perfectly in this tense nail-biter of a write; the piccy of the furry truck only enhances the drama! Very well written/illustrated; brava, Karla!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
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So vivid - so outstanding . . . you're awesome!!
LOve and Hugs,
Lance
Fires are so scary, you've captured it.
Glad you and Karen were spared the trauma!
Love,
Eileen
Love,
Becca~
Your pen raises the fireman's ladders and an empathy provides the ink!
Excellent!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
where once children played
now crumbled, smoldering silently, smoke swirling
Thank God no one was there
Love & peace be with you
William
Newfie hugs are on the way, Rose
In Christs Love
Michelle~
fright only enhanced your immense talent. -gene.
Cryssa
With love,
Cindy
Glad it wasn't our place that was burning; that would have NOT been at ALL good! And I'm glad the apartment involved was empty; it could have been tragic! In any event, excitement at the 'partments! You capture the fear, uncertainty, speculation perfectly in this tense nail-biter of a write; the piccy of the furry truck only enhances the drama! Very well written/illustrated; brava, Karla!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
The scent of a burning building will linger for days