Lasair's Wife

Minutes earlier…

Milan was on his way to the church. The ground shook stronger than earlier, and some places even felt like the ground was breathing. If Milan wasn’t careful in where he was walking, he could trip and fall face-flat on the rising patch.

Scorching winds kissed his legs as he ran across the village in his slippers. The flames had made the air hotter than it should be, and it was not good for the man who was only wearing a thin sleeping robe over his underwear that night. The only saving grace was probably how his legs continued to be hairless, even if he didn’t manage them.

“Help!”

Milan suddenly heard someone calling for help. When he looked around to find the person, he saw a frail mother crawling out of a fallen doorway. The shaking must have collapsed her poorly constructed house. It was even a shack.