The boy raised his hand trying to grab my hand flailing back behind due to running postures.
His face was etched with helplessness and fear. He wanted to say something but he was choked as tears rolled down from his eyes. His chubby face jiggles, hidden behind was a determination to survive but the futility of the situation is drenching that with desperation.
"Leave him behind and run!" I heard voices saying.
I felt complicated, my body due to fear is running. My mind, due to pity, wants to help. I'm no idiot, saving myself needs effort, let alone trying to help him.
I watched as the pillar of flame was about to engulf him, he extended his hand for me to hold and to drag him along. I didn't know when I slowed down and extended my hand, he grabbed it and I was about to pull us together, he released his hold.
His back was now covered by flames. He is still running, the flames flutter behind his back.