Charlie Bertsch (cbertsch) wrote,
Charlie Bertsch
cbertsch

Fear

I was just leaving the house to go run an errand when my peripheral vision caught a strange glint in the distance. Then I heard a pop, like the sort homemade fireworks make, and thought, "Why would anyone light them on Valentine's Day?" And then I saw the flames, shooting up much faster than they would have in an average fire.

I called 911 on my cell phone and got through immediately. I don't know if I was the first caller, but I was definitely one of the first, since the operator only began to realize the scope of the problem while I was talking to her, as other calls came in. I ran inside to close the windows and tell Kim what was happening, hearing a series of pops along the way. By the time the two of us got outside, the fire was spreading rapidly. We ended up standing to watch it for a while. It was truly horrifying to think how likely it was that someone was killed in the fire. It got too big too fast for anyone with a mobility issue or some other impairment to get out of the apartments you see in flames safely. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, but I fear the worst. I guess we'll find out tomorrow, though I'm not sure I can bear to hear the news. I've looked across the vacant lot between our subdivision and that apartment complex many times, wondering what life is like there, watching the silhouettes of residents passing back and forth in front of their windows, hearing their indistinct voices from their balconies. It's so eery to look at this photo and think how different the view will be in the morning. What a terrible way to end the day.
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 10 comments