Folks in the small town of Ispwich were jarred from their sleep by the sound of several explosions, followed by the wail of fire truck sirens. Flames roared into the air in the blackness of night. Melinda came to school the next day glassy-eyed and silent, in bedroom slippers and clothes she'd worn the day before. Her father's gas station had burned to the ground, giving the family mere moments to grab essentials as they fled their tiny apartment in the rear. Thank God for their dog Sam, whose frenzied barking had awakened them in the nick of time.
I'm linking up with Velvet Verbosity at Week #319 of the 100 Word Challenge
where the prompt this week is "surviving"