The Burning Building

Clouds of smoke billowed from the windows

She just stood there, her ashen face still and drained of emotion

She pulled the rough, brown blanket around her tighter

A single teardrop ran downed her face

It lingered on her chin, and plummeted to the ground

The moment it grazed the ground, it felt like time had stopped

Her grimy brown hair whipped her face, and she brushed out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear

When she looked up, everything had slowed

The firefighters ran with precision that was unseen before

A man jumped from an open window, flaying his arms in slow motion as though he were dancing

Embers fell from the sky like gentle snowflakes

"I caused this," she thought

A flaming sign that read 'The Bailey Baking School' creaked and groaned, and fell from the top of the building, crushing her, and the truth about the disaster