Literature
Red
It's 9 a.m., you can hear voices, pleas of terror. You think of your precious daughter, Anabelle; and her loving mother, the love of your life. They're both safe at home,your wife wondering when you you'll be home for lunch. It's getting hotter and your tears of rage and fear leave trails in the soot covering your face. You hear another scream; a woman has jumped from the blown out windows, you didn't even know her name.
You think of your childhood, wondering why such a thing would happen to someone who never did anything majorly wrong. Did you not do enough?
You wonder of what your future would have been, questioning how your chi