Today's submission is a Speculative Fiction page:
Where could he be? The little girl, her chubby legs aching from climbing the attic stairs called out, desperate to find him “Puppy? Puppy!” The steps leading up to the top floor were steep. From outside, the noise of sirens and screaming reached her ears. Maybe she could get Mommy to help her. The sound of whimpering caught her attention. She looked up. “Puppy!”
He trembled as he sat at the top of the stairs. His young owner climbed the last few steps and gathered the quivering pet in her arms. She turned to go back down but the heavy smoke swirled upward to surround them. They were trapped.
“Little girl.” A fireman stepped through the heavy gray vapor. She knew he was a fireman because of his bright red hat.
“I can’t get out,” she whimpered, backing up to the window, her puppy whining, wiggling in her arms.
The fireman bent down on one knee, reaching out to stroke the little canine’s ears. “I need you to do something for me little one, alright? I’m going to pick you up. You hold on tight to your puppy. When I let you out the window, I want you to close your eyes. Will you do that for me?”
“Okay, here we go.” In one quick swoop, her rescuer picked her up, leaned out the window and released his hold. She watched her parents looking up; their mouths open wide as they screamed.
Whomp! Puppy remained safely in her arms while they bounced a couple of times on the large round circle the firemen held. Her sobbing parents rushed in, grabbing them both.
“Get back, get back!” The fire chief, his face sweaty and streaked with soot, called out the warning through the megaphone he held up to his lips.
The deafening inferno behind them, screams mingled among those racing to get out of the way to safety across the street, turning just in time to witness the complete destruction of the three story wooden home caving in upon itself, the fire greedily consuming every inch. Noone noticed the darkly clad hooded figure standing off to the side, watching,
The little girl wiggled for her father to let her down. Placing the puppy on the ground, she stood back up and tugged on her daddy’s pant leg, pointing at the burning charred remains. “Fireman.”
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Last weeks Sci Fi first page submission was from author Lynn Donovan. You can touch base with Lynn at her new blog, Sitting on the Porch with Lynn.