She watched the news coverage of the house fire with a growing sense of dread. She loved Tim with all her soul, but she never loved his choice of profession. Five years as a firefighter’s wife, she still worried about him constantly.
Her stomach sank when the phone rang. Structural collapse. Her world flew into chaos.
Distraught, she raced to the hospital, bargaining the whole way. Please don’t take him away from me. I’ll do anything.
Connected to tubes and machines, he was battered but alive.
He gave her a weak smile. Overcome, she folded into his chest and wept.
Photo copyright: Roger Bultot
This one was hard for me. There was so much more that I wanted to say so keeping it at 100 words was a real challenge. Does it work? Yes, no, maybe?
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