Baron Sullivan

The Locket

Clutching the heart-shaped locket my aunt gave me, my brother and I ran through the burning apartment building. Green-black smoke billowed around us filling the corridor. I could feel the building slowly shifting, ready to take home on the streets below it. We came to the end of the hallway, there was a window and a door to the stairs. I came to the realization if we went down the stairs we wouldn’t make it to the bottom before the building collapsed. We took a chance, readying ourselves to go out the window, we took a few deep breaths before diving out. Once outside a stench wafted through the air. Not the normal reek of poverty and industry, it was like rotting meat. No worse than that, it was death.