“Don’t burst into flames…everything will be fine…”
After one very sniffle and whimper, Peckerhead looked up at the girl who was standing far away from her. Her hair was orange and she had heard her mutter something about flames. Peckerhead screamed and looked panic-stricken. “FIRE?! WHERE?!”
The girl asked her what’s wrong but she didn’t hear her. The sacking on her cheeks was sopping now, she was sobbing in fear. “Not fire. No. Please, tell me where. I need to escape. I don’t want to die. I need my…” she wanted to say dad but she wasn’t a child any more. No, someone else. There was only one. “I need my… Cara!”
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