She threw her Eddie Bauer and Land’s End catalogues
in the burn barrel—
cleft chins and pretty faces
burned beyond recognition,
like the workers in a building with no exits,
climbing past barred-up windows
to the top floor to jump.
In her sleep, eyes peer out of the closet
and charred hands rustle the fabrics.
It's fiction loosely weaved around fact, sadly so.
It's Friday, so write a story in 55 words then link to the Friday Flash 55 Host, the G-Man.