When the Lights Go Out
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Prologue:
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Fire is a funny thing. It’s both our savior and our destroyer; it keeps us warm when we are cold, but burns our house down when we leave it lit. Some fires are accidental, like the fires that are caused by a burning candle or a stove left unattended. Some are on purpose, like the fires used to contain wildlife, or to commit murder.
On purpose or not, fires can leave turmoil and grief like no other thing can. It leaves nothing but misery in its wake and gruesome sights to behold. We hear it on the news all the time; a house fire leads to the death of X number of people, a forest fire causes thousands to evacuate their homes, etc.
But to experience it … That’s a whole other story. Many people say, “Oh, that could never happen to me! I always blow out the candles and turn the stove off!” But if there’s just one day, one tiny moment when you’re in a hurry and it slips your mind, that could be the end of it. Now, you could be lucky enough to not have been there when the fire consumed your house, to which you could say, “At least there was no one inside”, and merely mourn the loss of your stuff.
But what if someone was in that house? Not just one person, but two? Two very important people; two people you could never even hope to replace; for instance, your parents.
What if you could do nothing but stare as a bright burning fire engulfed your entire house, your life, all in one go, taking not only your stuff, but your parents with it? What would you do then?
John didn’t have the answer. As a matter of fact, he was one of those people that said, “this could never happen to me”. But it did, and not only to him; to his sister as well. The two of them just stood, among the other awe-filled spectators, in absolute silence as their entire lives went up in smoke, bleeding into the sky.
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