p dir="ltr" style="color:
#222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"I regained my composure, swallowed the pain, and walked outside of the tent. There was a small fire in the middle of a circle of three tents. Nathan was feeding the fire small twigs and branches. I shuttered at the thought of fire. I remembered my city engulfed in flames. The villagers running and tripping over the charred bodies.
Every time one fell they, too, were taken by the fire. I remembered the flames licking at the side of my house, as if it were teasing it.
Then after escaping and catching one last glimpse of what was my home I saw the fire completely consume it./p