Flames flutter like wings whip dark yellow orange at sputtering tips black and blue rock back and forth below. Mummy body white wrapped shroud singeing black in strips. Like marshmallow.

"Did he say anything to you? About anything?"

"No. Nothing."

Wind changes. Inhaling smoke and cooked meat. Familiar smell. Most linked to memory.

Fire rolls like waves over ceiling. Mom drowns in yellow sea. Woman in white and red then black. "Now, Dean! Go!" Roast dinner smell. Sunday barbecue.

"Hey, Dean!" Grinning, Sid hands him a beer. "We eating soon, buddy?"

"Another minute." He grins back, and turns the steaks.

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