|We Were Smoke
Author: Galloping Foxley PM
A fire took the lives of everyone on Juniper's street on the wettest day ever recorded in Britain. Funny that. What isn't so funny is the smoke that came after in the shape of a messed up boy called Jack.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 12 - Words: 4,874 - Reviews: 4 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 05-19-13 - Published: 01-05-13 - id: 3089473
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A fireman caught me in his smoky jacket, the fierce yellow still shining through.
'Ma'am, I'm sorry, but you shouldn't see this.'
A huge hiss of smoke rose through the air and it sounded like a crowd roaring in the stands.
'But I live there.'
I pointed to a black carcass that yawned in the air. His jaw tightened in a way that said no kid, not anymore. He tightened his arm once more before letting me stumble into the wreckage. Everything smelt of smoke, that thick burnt rubbery smoke that hurts your throat. I felt hot in the face and numb in my heart.
Everyone was gone.
No birds flew above the smoke piling into the sky and ash rained down, mixing with the fat raindrops that spluttered and hissed when they hit the floor.
'Did – did anyone survive?'
I had to lick my lips, keep them moist as the huge gaping black void of what once was suck up all moisture. The firemen looked at each other and sighed.
'There was one. A boy named Jack.'
I never knew a boy named Jack. I hugged my arms around myself and watched as the last of the fire burnt out with a huge gulping cry from the firemen's hoses.
Tears were in my eyes but I knew, with a guilty conscience, that it was from the smoke. The whole street burnt down in a flash on the wettest day in Britain ever recorded.