I have reached the final rewrite stage. From time-to-time, I’ll post excerpts.
The light switch snapped me on as I stood in darkness. The cool air penetrated my pajamas and robe, chilled my slippered feet. I clasped an old, ragged bear with no eyes. People stood watching as smoke poured from the side of the house. With flashing lights and screeching sirens, giant red trucks pulled up. Men in yellow suits and big black boots sprayed water onto the house.
The woman held the hand of a little boy.
A man came out the back door holding a girl’s hand, “Can you believe it! Eve locked herself in the bathroom. Quelle stupide!”
The man and woman called names. Children responded, “I’m here.”
After the fire was out, I reentered the house. The woman looked down at me, “Oh!” her eyes widened. “You’re here.”