Til Death Do Us Part

Response for the Triple Centina Writing Challenge

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I was sitting out on my deck, enjoying a glass of lemonade in the afternoon sun. When the breeze changed direction, a strange odor filled the air. It reminded me of the old matches my grandfather used to light his after-dinner pipe.

In the distance, I noticed a column of dark smoke rising above the treeline. It grew larger and darker in seconds. I…