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Flames shot up, encircling me in a fluttery curtain of orange. The hallway wreathed with light and shadows that snapped and popped. My bare feet picked through chunks of fallen ceiling and hanks of wallpaper that filled the air.
No heat.
Smoke diffused the light of the liquid flames lapping at the walls and carpet.
“Hello?” How had I gotten here? Why couldn’t I remember?
Donna J. W. Munro has spent the last seventeen years teaching high school social studies. Her students inspire her every day. An alumni of the Seton Hill Writing Popular Fiction program, she published pieces in Every Day Fiction, Syntax and Salt, Dark Matter Journal, the Haunted Traveler, Flash Fiction Magazine, Astounding Outpost, Door=Jar, Spectators and Spooks Magazine, Hazard Yet Forward (2012), Enter the Apocalypse (2017), Killing It Softly 2 (2017), Beautiful Lies, Painful Truths II (2018), and several upcoming anthologies. Contact her at https://www.donnajwmunro.com
