James

Michael, pallid and sweating, won’t meet my eye. I could punch him and smile about it, and he knows it, but this isn’t the time.

With Charlotte on the penthouse floor of the building, flames taking hold somewhere below, and Michael’s instruction to her to remain where she is, it is only a matter of time before she is trapped beyond rescue.

Fucking idiot….

And because in our headlong rush from the apartment we both left without our phones, we have no way to contact her.

As my imagination cries havoc, I battle the terror for her that rises in me, unbidden, unwelcome….

Flames…

Heat….

Burning….

…. Smoke, choking fumes….

Trapped….

Jade….

Don’t panic….

…. You’re no good to her if you panic….

We sprint up a flight of stairs, the sound of heated, rushing air growing louder around us, a hot wind rising….

But as we climb only the second flight, firefighters, masked and uniformed are descending. Arms outstretched, blocking our path, “Get moving downward. The floor above here’s on fire. The whole building’s coming apart. You can’t go that way.”

I grab him by the arm. “There’s a woman trapped in the Penthouse.” I have to shout over the wailing of the baking wind as it begins to chimney upwards, feeding on its own heat. “We’re not sure she even knows yet that she’s trapped…”

eyes up the stairwell. All around and above are the sounds of crashing and collapse and the strained wheezing of metal and concrete under stress. “Talk

against his ear to hear the reply over the chaos around us. His eyes flash to mine. “There’s helicopters coming in to help on the top floors. Can she get

a phone

firefighter hands me a mobile, watching closely as

It rings….

Come on…. Come on….

up your

I realise I have been speaking

Master, we’re trapped….

We?

there. Get out to the

with me. Richard sent her

her to

with her….” I say to Michael. “Richard sent her up there for safety.…” Then back to Charlotte, “Yes, we’ll catch up with you. If you see mine or Michael’s phones, bring them with

black fume swirls and rises, the acrid scent of it seeping through

my first thought as I draw in huge lungfuls of clean sweet air is to look up, where I see helicopters sweeping in from across the City, swinging down to

*****

Seven Years Ago

Jenny. Are you looking forward to your wedding? To being

I am. I wasn’t sure at first, but…. well, this will be the first time I’ve had

are misty and the old man’s lids

her for putting that over anything

our own. But Mrs Collier’s having one of the old sheds converted to a holiday cottage and she says we can live in there for a while and pay rent with some

the future with her husband-to-be. He wonders how to

alone, Mr Kalkowski? Like me? Don't you have any

old country, yes, I had family.” His words are slow. “But I have not seen

voice quieter, “Are

times, bringing my Rachel with me. But there were those who chose to stay behind. Some of them, I found again in later years. Others….” He stares into space, sucking at the pipe…. “Others

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