…
A flash of light, a burning sensation, and the sickening smell of the same smoke that had horribly irritated her eyes.
For a few moments, everything was pitch black. His mind went everywhere in search of explanation. Had the circus finally been reduced to ash? Was he dead?
Slowly, her eyes opened.
Whuh…?
Odd, there was no more smoke. No more torturous burning either. But, there was weight.
Weakly, she rose to her feet, rubble rolling off his back. Ugh, but the nauseating headache that suddenly hit may as well had been worse than the earlier burns.
… No. That wasn’t the worst of it.
It brought tears to her eyes quicker than the smoke ever could have. After all that chaos, when he peered down to the ruffles, the lace, and the silk of the clothing that she had so carefully picked out…
it was stained.
MY DRESS!
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