there was smoke rising into the night sky. There were ghosts shaded in yellows and oranges haunting the house at the end of the road. There was a cry for help and a plea for safety. There was a crowd and bright lights waking up the dreaming neighbors. There was a gravitational pull forcing people to runrunrun over to the hell house. There was lost hope saved by arriving heroes and a pile of ashes and wishes scattered where a home once stood.
Thirty-four hours ninety-seven minutes and seven seconds ago
I was in a hospital waiting for the news. I was surrounded by silent sorrows and deep breaths. I was put in a crowded room with worn out chairs and old magazines filled with gossip and edited photos. And there were people reading them just to fill their minds with something other than thoughts of "could be"s and "would be"s. I was listening to an old woman clasping her rosary and praying to God that her