London, January 21st 1985
The flames are engulfing the small building, leaving drops of dead pieces from what once used to be a beautiful apartment filled with unfulfilled memories.
Black ashes staining the snow, covering the red drops that were dwelling in it just a few moments before the blaze quickly devoured everything.
No one is around on such a cold morning. And, surely, no one will be by the time the heat will unite with the snow in one last dance before their last extinguished breath.
But, in life nothing works as planned.
The loud barking of a dog from a neighboring yard breaks the silence of the slow burning fire.
It's over now. For everyone.
One after the other the lights at the windows from the properties around are turned on, and the street is coming to life. Everyone is gathered outside to watch the show of the flames.
"Bullocks!" an old man says between his clenched teeth. "Someone call the firemen before it extends to our houses."
The old sense of propriety.
Nothing can beat the human nature. And, it takes away even the slightest form of awareness when everything becomes directed to you. That, mixed with fear and panic, makes the group of agitated people step on the last remaining drops of blood that were staining the snow. Forgotten by the ashes, but not by the humans endless rush for survival.
"Who lived there?" another woman asks, pointing to the burning building, while holding her coat tightly around her body, trying to block the cold. "I don't remember seeing anyone in a long while."
"Just a young lad and his danish girl," a voice says.
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