But The Fire Is So Delightful… (Friday Fictioneers)

“I’m cold.” “So stand closer to the flames.” “Are you serious?” “We’re going to be here awhile. No sense catching a chill.” “They told us to stay back.” She stared through me. “Perhaps you can sit in the ambulance. Go ask someone.” She turned back to the blaze. I clutched the blanket from the EMTs…