Smoke on the Water
The smoke had yet to lift off the water. The few trees that remained after the fire stood like naked sentries guarding the wooden walkway. The air was hot and I stifled a cough as I squinted through the dismal light. I could barely see the other side but I was sure there was someone still on the island. Rubbing my sweaty palms against my jeans I placed them on the charred railings as I took a tentative step onto the bridge. The wood cracked and groaned beneath my feet. I held my breath and took another step. After all this time alone, he wasn't going anywhere. If I wanted to leave, I'd have to go out there and get him.
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