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Tonight, I came home from work to the unnerving sight of one of the houses across the street on fire. The guy who lives there was just sitting calmly on the lawn, watching the place burn. I asked if he'd called 911. He said he had. Then I asked if eveyone was ok? He said yes.
He seemed a bit shocky, so I called 911 and reported it as well.
The Fire Department showed up, super-quick, but by the time they did the house had gone up like a torch. As the neighbors congregated, filming video of the inferno, I walked across the street to check on the neighbors who live next to the burning house. No one was home, but their dogs were there and if the fire had spread I would have busted a window to get them out.
Thank God that didn't happen.
Eventually, the fire got extinguished. The house is a gutted wreck. The emergency service vehicles pulled away and now I'm sitting in my bedroom, watching scented candles flicker and dance, struck by the duality/incongruity of it all.
Also, another neighbor apparently died on Friday.
It's been an eventful week on Poplar Street. :/
He seemed a bit shocky, so I called 911 and reported it as well.
The Fire Department showed up, super-quick, but by the time they did the house had gone up like a torch. As the neighbors congregated, filming video of the inferno, I walked across the street to check on the neighbors who live next to the burning house. No one was home, but their dogs were there and if the fire had spread I would have busted a window to get them out.
Thank God that didn't happen.
Eventually, the fire got extinguished. The house is a gutted wreck. The emergency service vehicles pulled away and now I'm sitting in my bedroom, watching scented candles flicker and dance, struck by the duality/incongruity of it all.
Also, another neighbor apparently died on Friday.
It's been an eventful week on Poplar Street. :/
