Friday, June 28, 2013

100 Words a Day 311

“Come on!” he shouted, pulling the person behind him towards the exit. He lost his grip, but continued, trusting them to find the exit, which was near.

It was slow going, the smoke and debris made it hard to see. He did his best to navigate the chaos. The roar of the fire filled his ears and the smoke made his eyes tear, forcing him to simply focus on what he knew was the open door, and safety.

He stumbled out of the building, spent several moments coughing and wiping his eyes before turning. He saw no one behind him.

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