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The Fires

The Fires The first fire broke out in early June, before school had even ended for the year. It happened in the evening, right after dinner, and was announced by the sirens racing up my street. I heard at least two engines turn the corner and into the neighborhood, an oasis of suburbia stued between a money-losing turf farm and an aging country club. I told my parents I wanted to go check it out. My father gave me a look over what was left of his spaghetti but said nothing. The storm door rattled behind me. I ran up Juniper, skinny legs not yet gangly, not yet gross, and cut left down Palmer. I caught sight of metallic red and curled right on Greensbow as if that had been my intention all along, as if my radar for trouble was more precise than it was--a Spider-sense, or Batman's disciplined genius. The street curved a bit, and at first I really could only see the crowd that had gathered, not what they were gathered for. Eventually, I smelled a campfire that wasn't; I tried to catch my breath but held it instead. The burning house stood at the top of http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

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Abstract

The first fire broke out in early June, before school had even ended for the year. It happened in the evening, right after dinner, and was announced by the sirens racing up my street. I heard at least two engines turn the corner and into the neighborhood, an oasis of suburbia stued between a money-losing turf farm and an aging country club. I told my parents I wanted to go check it out. My father gave me a look over what was left of his spaghetti but said nothing. The storm door rattled behind me. I ran up Juniper, skinny legs not yet gangly, not yet gross, and cut left down Palmer. I caught sight of metallic red and curled right on Greensbow as if that had been my intention all along, as if my radar for trouble was more precise than it was--a Spider-sense, or Batman's disciplined genius. The street curved a bit, and at first I really could only see the crowd that had gathered, not what they were gathered for. Eventually, I smelled a campfire that wasn't; I tried to catch my breath but held it instead. The burning house stood at the top of

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Prairie SchoonerUniversity of Nebraska Press

Published: Jul 21, 2013

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