by Micki H

Created on: April 17, 2009

She arrived home much later than she had planned. If only she hadn't stopped for breakfast after a night of dancing. She couldn't believe what she seen as she turned into her neighborhood. There appeared a thick fog surrounding her car and got thicker as she took the final corner to the lane leading up to her drive. There was no sound. It was as if all life had come to a halt. Driving through quiet fog seemed as though an eternity.

As she neared her home, she saw a glow coming from the windows. Did she leave the lamp on? Were the children still up? Did the sitter leave the lights on for a reason? Shaking her head as she pulled in the drive. Things were not right. It did not seem cloudy when she left the club. The fog was now thick and when she opened the door, she expected her senses to feel the moisture in the air.

Horror swept over every inch of her soul when she stepped out of her car. This was not fog. Her nostrils took in the air quickly as her nerves began to pump the adrenaline. At that moment, she could not breathe. The smoke was already in her lungs. She knew the fire was near, she knew no one was aware of the danger she now knew clearly near.

She looked around quickly through out neighborhood. Only confirming her fears. The glow from the windows of her home sent her into a panic of mass hysteria. It was that moment that time stopped.
In what seemed to be an eternity she raced to the front door. Screaming frantically to the neighbors for help. Screaming for someone, anyone to call 911. She as neared the front door to the house, she could see in to the windows. Her living room was engulfed in flames. She was watching the curtains melt before her eyes. She reached out for the door handle. It scolded her hand. However, she did not feel the pain. She did not hear her screams. Shock had begun to set in but it did not stop her. It was to the windows she next with such a fierce determination. It was a mother's determination.

Her children were in the house. She had no choice, she had to rescue them. The children were her light, her purpose, her reason for living. Now there was a wall of flames separating them. Time had been held in suspension.
She broke the windows as she pounded on them. Screaming out her children's names she desperately prayed to hear their voices. To hear a sign that they were alive. She went from window to window, breaking the glass and hearing no signs of her children.
The neighbors came running up, grabbing her away from the flames as they

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