“You can’t go in there mate”, they said.
I pushed one bloke away and punched another. Then free, ran to the house. I crashed hard through the door, landing in a heap on the floor
“Margaret! Jimmy!” Silence above the roar of the flames. Water fell and smoke billowed as I rushed up the stairs to Jimmy’s room; ignoring my training about the danger. Through the flames and smoke, I perceived the room to be empty. I leaned out the window to see my family with a neighbour, shouting and waving up to me.
Safe, crying, I could breathe again.