Hot On Her Tail

The smell of burning. She finally realized, fire. She was at the sixth floor of her eight floor work building, she had to go. It was at the top, she had time to flee. She had two decisions, run or get all of her belongings, her family pictures were there she could never loose those. Does that cost her life though? Yes, she couldn’t give them up. So she took a bag and grabbed everything important she needed. She could smell the fire, two floors away. Hurry. She had to. She grabbed all of the pictures and ran as fast as she could. Five floors to go. Down the stairs, four. Another, three. Two more to go. Last one, the fire was on her tail. She ran as fast as she could. The building was crumbling, but she made it through the exit. She was safe.