Death Spiral
“He’d looked away, looked back and they were gone.The first person Wilf saw who he knew for certain was not a mirage was the chubby kid peering around the back corner. A woman, looking distraught, came hurrying up behind him. “Is Sylvia all right?” “No.” “Don’t move,” the woman said to the boy. She came a step closer. She clasped her hand to her mouth. “Oh my god! Where’s Bradley?” “Did you call the fire department?”“Yes! Where’s Bradley?” “I don’t know.”The woman looked up toward a second-floor window. “Oh my god!” “I couldn’t make it. I couldn’t get up the stairs,” Wilf said. The woman turned, grabbed her boy’s hand and disappeared. After a while Wilf could hear a fire truck coming down the street and pulling up out in front. Two of the town’s volunteer firemen came rushing around the corner of the house wearing masks over their faces and tanks on their backs. They went in through the back door. The same woman, accompanied by another fireman, came up to Wilf.
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