100wc – … as the flame flickered and then went out

Warm flames towered higher and higher into the smog infested sky; the pub was soon going to be a pile of dust – the darkness growing every second. I ran back in fear for my aging father, hoisting him on my shoulders as the flame flickered and went out. Finally we were out of there. Suddenly a loud scream … a baby… my heart sank and without thought I ran inside, burning oak crackling everywhere. Then there it was… the deafening scream again. Sprinting into the room my eager foot plunged straight through the ancient burnt floor …

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