Tag: Police Stories

Running Towards the Fire

 

So a few hours ago, I was sitting with friends and finishing my drink in their backyard after a long evening of BBQ, and a girl rushes into the yard. “Sorry to bother you, but someone’s house is on fire!”

We quickly headed to the street, where across the street flames rumbled up from the attic. Two different people were calling 911, while the gal who informed us ran over and started banging on the door and windows. I ran to the side where there was a garden hose, but it’s not on. We circle round the back, a guy banging on the door while I look in vain for water. I hear that there’s an old man who lives alone here – renovating this house has been his dream. Other people go to the neighbors and tell them the house next door is on fire – an old lady in a nightgown emerges and looks on in concern. There are police sirens blaring.  I turn to meet them – I want to hand over information to them so they can take control of the scene.

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“Dad has an eye patch!” my brother reported to me when I woke up on a certain morning many years ago. “Really? What happened?” I asked, somewhere between concern for my father and thinking about a pirate-style black eye patch, which to a boy of eight or ten or twelve was pretty cool. I don’t […]

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