On Fire

His lips were blistering. He watched a photocopier melt.    Why do I have such a bad sense of direction? Why don't I pay attention where I am going? I should come here more often.    The library was on fire. He was lost somewhere near the Geography and History sections. He was looking for fiction when noticed it all going wrong. Where the hell is my bag?    She'd lost her bag. She needed her bag.    “I've lost my bag. Have you seen it? I need my bag,” She asked him.    “No.”    “It's green.”    “No. I think we better go. Get out of here. Do you know the way out?”    “Follow me,” she said. Around the corner.    “Go! Go!” She pointed in the direction of the stairs.    He looked ahead at the burning wooden floor. He stopped dead.    How long it had been on fire? Would it hold?    All the shelves and their books were ablaze. The air was hot.    She knew that this was the way out so why was he hesitating. Didn't he believe her? Outside, as you would expect, there were plenty of people watching.

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