The image of the man’s face, covered in soot, eyes dazed, stuck in the boy’s mind. It seemed to hang over him, the way the cloud of smoke from the fire itself still lingered in the air.
He couldn’t imagine how the man made it out of the building, coughing on the acrid black smoke, lungs constricting as he struggled for every breath. But, now that he had, the boy wondered how the man would deal with the painful memories.
Oh, well, the boy sighed, I’ll find out tomorrow.
With that, he closed the book and replaced it on the shelf.