Published by: Aira Lindsay L. Dela Cruz
Date published: March 11, 2022
Time published: 10:18 am
Category: Prose
Theme: A woman’s strength
Synopsis: He was a living witness that not all heroes do wear a cape.
It was the summer of 2015. He sat still in front of his computer. So still that one would wonder what was it that he was thinking.
What was it indeed?
The answer was the smell. He focused all his senses on that smell while asking himself where that came from.
One moment and he felt his body slam on the floor. He heard the screams of his neighbors asking for help. He was still. So still. It was because of the debris that fell on top of him. He could not move.
The fire spread all over his room. He was scared yet he chose not to do anything, accepting his fate. His death.
As he closed his eyes, he saw a stray of light. He wondered if it was God or the fire. It was neither.
He opened his eyes when he heard a scream, that kind which indicated pain. “Let’s go,” she said. When he lost all hope, she was there. She offered her hand to save him. Even though she was struggling.
Even though she was burning.
He could never forget the hero who saved him. He would never do so. It wasn’t a hero who wore a long flamboyant cape, nor a hero that was a man.
He was saved by the strength of a woman.
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