General Flash Fiction posted May 26, 2019

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Dedicated to firemen everywhere


by RodG

Come on baby, Write Your Fire. Contest Winner 

Early Sunday morning, fireman Wes Farber, still wearing his turn-out jacket and pants, went to mass. Afterwards, he stood just inside the vestibule of Oakdale's oldest church, talking to the priest.

"Those yellow coveralls. You ever take them off, Ox?" asked Father Joe.

Farber shared all the bulk of the ladder truck he drove. Everyone who knew him well--especially the boys at Station 2--called him "Ox."

"I'm on call, but didn't want to miss Mass. Might not get another chance. The fires we've fought lately have been infernos. Took hours to put each out."

The old priest grinned. "Not getting much sleep either, are you? You look like forgotten laundry."

Farber shook his head, then choked on a sob. "Susan--we--lost the baby. A girl. She came much too early . . . still-born."

"Oh, Son--." Father Joe somehow managed to embrace Farber's massive torso. Looking into the fireman's red eyes, he croaked, "Susan?

"She won't forgive Him, Father. Refuses to come here or pray. Just cries."

The priest nodded knowingly. "Is she home alone?"

"No. Her parents flew in. Been great having them, but they . . . uh . . .""

"Don't understand your being gone all day, most nights." Father Joe smiled grimly. "Scold you with their eyes, don't they?"

Farber nodded.

"You really need to take some time off, Ox."

Farber groaned. "Can't, Father. Fire inspectors think the last two fires were set by a serial arsonist on the rampage. Every station in DuPre County is on alert, all leaves cancelled."

Father Joe shook his head. "Does Susan watch TV? Scary news like that would be on every channel."

"She knows what I do, Father, and has lived with fear just like cops' wives. But she won't watch the news, even with me. And since the baby's death she--she's barely spoken, just weeps or shivers in my arms in bed."

Father Joe grasped the fireman's hand. "Come into the nave with me, Ox, while it's empty. We'll pray together."

The priest led Farber toward the chancel. In front of the first pew they genuflected, then sat, their hands steepled. Moments later they murmured the Lord's Prayer in unison.
*. *. *

Late Sunday evening, Station 2 received an alarm and rolled out all its engines to an industrial park on Oakdale's southern fringe. Flames leaped from the roof and windows of a huge storage center. Three teams with hoses and axes wore masks as they charged into the inferno, hoping to extract trapped employees.
*. *. *

On Tuesday, Father Joe watched the late evening news in the rectory.
A reporter spoke solemnly as the camera zoomed in on a parade of fire engines passing before Oakdale's Station 2.

"--two dozen or more trucks bumper-to-bumper from all over DuPre County. These firemen are paying tribute to one of their brethren, Wes Farber, who lost his life while rescuing six workers. A community is grateful to this hero for what he did."

As tears streamed down his cheeks, the priest prayed for Susan.

Writing Prompt
Write a STORY of up to 500 words about FIRE. Can be fact or fiction. e.g. uses for fire; early memories of fire; burning something; around the campfire etc. Over to you? burn the midnight oil, set the readers alight!

Come on baby, Write Your Fire.
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