Monday's Minutes Challenge

Today I am doing them 'object prompt' and just the object prompt. *grins*

Objects: lock, fire, doll

Hope you like it.

I jump on the truck. The siren wails, people jump out of the way. But something’s not right on the inside

2437 Garmond Lane is too familiar to me.

But why should it?

None of the rest of the guys talk. Just like normal.

I repeat it in my head. Then it comes to me.

Jenna.

It’s Jenna’s house.

I swallow.

Her name repeats in my head. I try to remember little things about the girl. But I can’t.

But I never seem to find out much more about the girl. Except where she lives.

The truck turns a corner or two before her house. The smoke filled my nostrils.

I jump out of the truck along with the other guys. I run for the door. It’s locked. I struggle to chop it down with my ax.

When I’m finally inside, I run through the house calling her name. I dodge big pits of fire in the kitchen and what’s spread through the house.

“Jenna!” I yell.

She never answers.

Finally I find her inside one of the closets. She’s on the floor already breathed in too much smoke. I can see it in her face.

When she see me, she smiles.

“Come on, I’ll get you out. Is there anyone else in the house?” I start to pick her up.

She shakes her head ever so slightly.

On the way out, I see the doll she used to carry around everywhere. It had always seemed strange to me until my daughter had started doing it.

I carry her out and lay her near the grass. I can tell that it’s too late, she’s too far gone.

We try the oxygen anyway.

But while dying, she gives a last little smile to a world that’s been so cruel to her.

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abrielle lindsay