Fire

The massive dark clouds of billowing smoke could be seen from your office window and they were at least a few times larger than the building itself. Your co-workers gathered around, watching, and you felt nauseous, as if the clouds of smoke were going to turn into mushroom clouds. You walked away, you'd seen fire before, but it was then that you could smell it, and it was how you had imagined, a vast toxic fragrance plunging into your nostrils. You sort of almost giggled (but not quite) because it made it seem like it was actually real, the only thing so far. Then you did giggle, actually giggled, but it was a nervous giggle, the terror was starting to creep in and soon you'd be screaming like everyone else. You knew that for certain then, even if all it was that you could see was burning play-doh.

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