It Sounded Like Popcorn
By JFarrell
It sounded like popcorn
Was my first thought
A lot of popcorn
At one in the morning
Opening the bedroom door
And turning on the light
To find myself blind
As a wall of thick, black smoke engulfed me
Going to my balcony
And looking over the edge
To see bright, angry orange flames
Licking at the walls below me
Grabbed coat, 2 bottles of water
And a towel
Knocked door to door
Warning the neighbours
Went back to do the other side
But opening the door to that area
The smoke was too thick
And I retreated
Ours was not a serious fire, thankfully
And was quickly ended
I cannot even begin to comprehend the events and loss
In the West London fire
My deepest sympathies and prayers are with you
As I’m sure are the prayers of many others
And, again, I’d like to thank the emergency services
And all those who helped
Love does matter and can heal us all