Originally published at
MeiLin Miranda. You can comment here or
there.
A version of this appeared on my nonfiction site.
On November 12th, at 2:30 in the morning, we ran for our lives from my home of 27 years. A tiny spark from our pellet stove caught the bark dust alongside our house on fire; it smoldered until high winds blew the burning bark dust
(
Read more... )
Comments 1
sending you hugs
Reply
Leave a comment