I took a step forward and suddenly an explosion sent me flying backwards violently. I hit the asphalt with a heavy thud , the back of my head echoing hollowly, and everything went black immediately.
My eyes started to crack open and I was greeted by a swirling sky of grey smoke. Ears ringing, I tried to get up.
"Ouch."
I looked down at myself and could see blood and scratches on my hands and body. A piece of glass the size of my palm was imbedded into my thigh. It felt tight but otherwise numb.
Finally I stood up. Disoriented, I looked straight ahead of me where the explosion had come from.
My uncle's Buick lay in shambles, flames and black smoke seeping from it into the sky like an spirit in unrest.
I blinked slowly as I let the image sink in then turned around and started limping away.
A warm drop of water hit my cheek. Then another. Soon the rain started to get heavier, the fat drops landing painfully on my sore body, and eventually soaked me through to the bone. Warm sticky water made my hair stick to my face and I cursed the hot summer rain.
In a fleeting moment of clarity I remembered that it had started out as a nice hot day in July-
-so why did it have to...?
I kept limping.