The radios were crackling as urgent voices squelched over the speaker.
“How can you tell?” Charlie asked the cop.
“We’re not positive, only speculating at this point? The 1st battalion was assigned the basement after they determined that area as the source of the blaze. They suggest that the oil line had been cut and set with an open flame, but we won’t know until a full investigation is done,”
Everyone get out .. GET OUT . Get back the radio squawked. We have a tank
The copper advised us to move back and away from the house, and escorted us to the street. Charlie held me close the whole way.
Just as we got beyond the paramedic rig, a LOUD pop rent the air and the ground shook as if Godzilla himself had paid a visit.
There was a hot searing heat blasting the air as a mushroom cloud twice the height of the Cooper home bellowed up in orange/red flame.
I could not stop myself from laughing, “Oh my God!” I exclaimed.
“Oh Cripes, now my house is on fire too,” Charlie said.
And the two of us went into hysterics.