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Sparked

July 14, 2022 3 Comments

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The sounds have me up on my elbows.

Since the escape, whenever I awake to the wind shoving this creaky house, I smell smoke, hear the crackling replay of two-by-fours burning inside that southern wall where I never replaced the knob-and-tube wiring.

Again, I wonder if Grandpa Joe installed those wires and hand-carved the intricate designs on the bookshelves.

My urge is to locate Sparky, asleep at my feet, and dash from my bed. Then I recall I’m at my neighbor’s.

Nothing for me to do but settle back down, grieve, and hug my dog…all I could save that night.

By Bob Gielow

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  1. Sharon says

    July 14, 2022 at 4:56 pm

    Could feel the emotion. Thank you for writing.

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  2. Steffi says

    July 14, 2022 at 8:36 pm

    This actually left me breathless! Well done!

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  3. MJJ says

    July 15, 2022 at 10:15 am

    Great job!!!!

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