Melted Memories

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As I turn into the dusky neighborhood,
I see lights; blue, red, and yellow
twirling off street signs.

Something is wrong.


There are nine fire trucks/four ambulances/ seven police cars.
Is someone dead?
Someone hurt?


I jump out of the car.
Seeing fiery flames from my house,
makes my eyes fill with tears.
I smell the smoke.
It’s over whelming.


I cry just noticing my family’s faces.
There’s so much smoke.
As it turns to ashes, I watch my house.
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
to the ground.

Nothing left . . .

All memories melt away.





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