In the silence of the night there is a whole universe of sounds with her.
Cicadas, crickets, owls, dogs barking in the distance, a meow ...
The sky was red, just the city loomed nearby, it wrapped in a cloudy and oppressive atmosphere. It does not move or a piece of poplar. It smelled of jasmine, night queen, and yes, it smelled of smoke.
Somewhere nearby was burning something.
I thought how different it had been the previous summer. She had been sent to do a story on the Spanish tourism in the
Burning smell kept coming ... The cat brushed against his leg and he climbed on his lap, stroked his back and threw him to the ground. Suddenly emerged on the horizon a wall of fire that moved quickly toward her house. Thankfully, she thought, the river and the road were there and they would firewall. Lucky, too, the absence of wind, it would enable easier control.
The air was filled with smoke while the flames were approaching. She decided it would better take the car and approach if she could help. There was no trail or a mile when she was surrounded by fire, frightened and not knowing what to do, thought it best to ask for help but, oh, no! she had not taken his mobile phone... screamed for help, coughing, choking. Then did she hear the fire engine? Does the ambulance? She did not hear anything except the crackling of burning trees. My God! No one came to her rescue. Dying burned, well, the truth is that she would burn after dying asphyxiated ...
She heard the sound of the siren again. If she could reach the river, would be saved. Anxious, sweaty, she could barely breathe, got out and tried to navigate. She estimated that about three hundred yards in front of the bed and she was led thither her feet. When she was getting into the water it was a familiar sound that would stop suddenly. 'It's six in the morning, time to wake up!' Since her sister had given her that talking alarm clock never arrived late to work, so I was very grateful ... mmhr/agosto/2010
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