Angel on Fire
(A Fake Excerpt)
The flames wrapped around me like a blanket, making me want to just … roll over, curl into a ball … and … sleep. Just for a moment. The heat was so warm, it was almost welcoming. I wanted to close my eyes. Just for a moment. They were stinging from the smoke anyway. And, I couldn’t catch my breath. All I needed was a moment to reorient myself. I knew I was still in the warehouse. I knew I was there because I’d never left. I remembered coming in, but never leaving. If only I could make my way back to the exit. It was here … somewhere. Except … the smoke was so thick, I couldn’t find anything anyway. Everywhere I turned was darkness. Deep, billowing, rolling darkness. Every time I’d reach out into the darkness, it would part for a moment, then encircle me once more.
A moment, just a moment …
All I needed was a moment.
So, I closed my eyes. And, the next thing I knew, I felt myself drifting away into the best sleep ever. Only problem was --- why was it so damn hot? I didn’t feel like getting out of bed to turn the heat down. But, it wasn’t the heat I needed to turn down. And, I wasn’t in bed. I was in a warehouse. On the floor. Knees curled almost to my chest, going fetal. I was in a warehouse where a murder had taken place earlier in the week. And, I was following a lead that led me here.
An open door that should have been locked.
A light that shouldn’t have been on.
A trail of muddy footprints leading inside.
And suddenly, there was a fire. And, its heat was telling me that I really, really, really wanted to sleep. So, that’s what I did. My eyes closed and refused to open. I felt myself drifting away. And, it just got hotter and hotter. That’s when I felt arms scooping me from beneath my back and under the crook of my legs. Strong arms scooped me upward until I felt another body against my own.
And, I saw the face of an angel.