Sparks

 
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The air was stagnant, 

particles seeming to slow down time as I waited for the ambulance. I could hear its alarms for miles, but it seemed lost in this dark side of town. My cousin put her hand on my shoulder and I couldn’t feel it. I rocked in the iron chair, becoming part of the house that served so many good memories. The sickness, the seizure, rocked everything.

When the alarms showed up on my road, I had to let the others know. I took two steps through the front door and clambered into the living room. I ducked under an archway and through a huge pantry room to the extended, creaking part of the den where the rest of the family was. The usual warm lights coming from the lamps flickered. The house morphed into something much darker than it had been earlier that day. Less than a mere hour ago.