“Too late for the truck,” Addison kept pulling David towards the highway. David wanted to go back to the trailer. He wanted to try and save his truck. Addison wouldn’t let him go. “Dammit David, come on.”
There was a strong breeze tonight, David realized. The fire was likely to spread to the woods that surrounded his house. Addison was right. The fire was going to spread to the old, and probably still full, propane tank behind the house.
“The fire is going to spread to the propane tank.” David barely realized he’d said the words out loud.
“No shit,” Addison had to fight against the smoke filled air to get the words out. “I just said that.”
All of a sudden, David could think again. At least, he could think enough to realize that if they didn’t put a whole lot more distance between themselves and the fire, they were probably about to die. David quit fighting against Addison. “We should run away now,” David told him.
“You think?” Addison wheezed as he released David’s arm.
“Yeah.”
They ran.
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