“ Help! For God’s sake, somebody HELP!”
She could barely hear him screaming, the fire raging around her was deafening. She ran through the house, going from room to room, her skirts getting caught on splintered door casings and broken tables. The heat and smoke in the burning house was unbearable. Wiping the sweat off her face she grabbed a chair and hurled it through the nearest window in an attempt to get some fresh air.
Outside, the roaring gunfire gave testament to the battle being waged. Greedily sucking in the cool crisp air she averted her eyes away from the macabre scene before her. Scattered throughout the fields were hundreds of wounded and dying men, their screams resonating through her skull as if she were standing in an iron bell. Though they could use her help, her only focus was the man trapped inside the house. He had become so central to her existence she couldn’t contemplate the thought of life without him. Looking around the room she saw a porcelain water pitcher and soaked her handkerchief, tying it around her face.
Rushing upstairs she heard faint knocking coming from one of the rooms. Grasping the door knob she tried to open the door, but it was locked, the key snapped off in the hole. Throwing all of her weight into it she shoved against the door, but it was useless. The heavy oak door wouldn’t budge. Sweat was pouring off her and the smoke was getting thicker. Crying hysterically she banged on the door, looking around trying to find something, anything that could help her. She tried to scream so he would know she was there with him, so he would know they were together in this, but the smoke was too thick now.
They would both die here, burnt up like Icarus. They had flown too close to the sun.
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