Julie Brooks Barbour

September 18, 2012

Among the Roses

Flames engulfed the garage, the living room, the bed where they’d slept

without touching. She hid among the neighbor’s roses and watched the fire.

Like an accident on television, it happened far from her and didn’t ask

that she be involved. Her husband returned home from work and parked

across the street. She heard him call her name. A fire engine arrived

and emptied gallons of water on the roof and siding. She watched while

her husband watched, while the neighbors crowded to watch. She stayed

crouched among the roses that burst with scent as the fire fought an

onslaught of water, its dark smoke spiraling into the neighborhood.

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