Disclaimer: I am not super familiar of how things work on a fire-scene and apologize in advanced for any misrepresentation. Also, I did take some creative license on things that may be unlikely to occur.
Jennifer stared in disbelief at the glass case in front of her. It had been the only thing to half-way survive the terrible fire. Inside the case lay a bunch of broken, soot-covered, doll heads. They were all that were left of Jennifer’s life-long dream.
Thanks to a new system that she was trying out, Jennifer was able to monitor her small business via her iPhone even when she wasn’t there. Using that system Jennifer had noticed that there was something wrong at the back dock and had immediately called it in to 911, already heading towards the factory as she did so.
The fire department had already arrived on-scene by the time Jennifer got there. Already working hard to put out the fire. She could only stand by and watch in dismay at the scene in front of her.
Now she stood in front of the glass case. As quick as the fire department had been, it had been too late. In an instant the smoldering fire had practically grown into an inferno. How the fire had even got started was a riddle. During preliminary overhaul, nothing had been found to answer the questions of “why?” or “how?” that were dancing around in Jennifer’s head. She had been promised that she would be notified as soon as anything was learned.
One of the firefighters put a gloved hand on Jennifer’s shoulder. She could smell the acrid smoke still wafting off of the PPE he wore.
“I’m sorry” was all he said.
Jennifer turned towards him and gave a small smile, recognizing him from the fire station that she rode by every day on her way to the factory.
Jim was always making her laugh with some comedy act or another. But right now he wasn’t smiling or laughing. A sign of just how bad things had gotten in the fire.
“Thank you. I know you guys did everything you could”. But it didn’t change anything. In an instant her dreams had literally gone up in flames. Jennifer once again turned her gaze back to the glass case, blinking back tears. She wasn’t going to cry, she WASN’T going to cry. Tears wouldn’t change what was….
Jim gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help” he said before heading off to finish overhaul and secure scene, once again leaving Jennifer alone with her broken dreams.
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