Stop, Drop, and Explode

Cigarettes slip through sleeping fingers. Disease rises through smoke and singing ash. Fire stretches its body in every direction, encompassing the trailer. Minutes pass as people escape. In less than ten, seven to be exact, what stood has dissolved away into nothing more than a memory except the black which fades into clouds. A fire truck comes late.

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