She sat along. . .Writing Prompt Response

Friday's Writing Prompt was: She sat along. . .

My Writing Prompt Response:

She sat along the curb with her hands bandaged in white gauze watching the emergency personnel fight the flames of the burning building. Men in bulky yellow jackets scrambled from red fire engine to crumbled brick and back carrying long, heavy hoses, and spraying water not only the burnt out Starbucks, but the dwellings that surrounded it.

An explosion rocked the ground she sat on and Jane crab walked backwards away from flying debris then fell on her elbows. “Ow!”

Smoke billowed up into the heavens as firefighters battled the blaze while avoiding soaring pieces of metal and glass. The longer they fought, the deeper her heart sank.

“No one could have survived,” she muttered into her covered hands, listening to the sirens as even more vehicles approached.

“How do you know?”

Startled by the question, Jane looked up and over her shoulder in the direction of the deep voice. The sun was in her eyes and she had to squint, but she could not make out the figure. She raised her hand to shield her eyes when the man moved.

“How do you know there are no survivors?”

His voice sent a shiver of awareness down her spine. When she peered up at him a second time from her sitting position, Jane could not believe her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered and blinked, but the vision remained. Damn! “Pink undie guy.”