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Its TUESDAY TALES. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘hill’. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great story snippets.

Fat and Sassy:

The Jones’ family has finally settled in one place without several moves a year. The newest addition, Alvin, brings the children up to six – three girls and three boys. The spring of 1947 introduces a new threat to the young children – Southern California wildfires.

Spring 1947

glendora forest firePlumes of black smoke billowed over the ridge before lifting off in rolling waves upwards as high as the children could see. One by one they stopped running and playing. They stood mesmerized – heads tipped back, gazing at the advancing monster creeping over the crest of the foothills north of their home.

Little noses wrinkled in response to the acrid smell filling the town, replacing the usual sweet scent of orange blossoms.

Bill propped a hand over his eyes, shielding them from the bright afternoon sun. “What’s that?”

“Fire,” Mae replied. “It’s a forest fire. My teacher told us about them last week.”

“Mine too,” Helen said. “She even put a poster up in front of the room.”

“Mine didn’t,” Bill said.

Mae shook her head. “You probably weren’t paying attention. I’ll bet you were talking to your friends again. The posters are all over the school. You know, the ones with Smokey Bear that say ‘Remember – Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires’.”

glendora old fire engine 2The faint hint of sirens in the air sounded louder. The children gathered on the sidewalk. Their heads turned to the west in time to see the city’s two fire engines racing up Glendora Avenue, lights flashing, horns blaring.

“We’ve got to tell Mama,” Helen yelled. They ran towards the front door, falling inside pell-mell over each other.

“Mama …. Mama … there’s a fire on the hill,” they shouted in unison.

Alvin’s startled cry rose from the crib inside the front bedroom.

Bea sat her mending down on the air of the sofa and pushed a wisp of hair away from her eyes. A soft sigh escaped her lips. “Now see what you’ve done. You’ve waked the baby up.”

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Comments on: "Fat and Sassy: Fire on the Ridge" (19)

  1. […] Fat and Sassy: Fire on the Ridge. […]

  2. Oh dear! I hope this doesn`t turn into a tragedy for this family.

  3. I hope they survive the fire! However, I laughed at the line about waking the baby. 🙂

  4. Seems Bea was more concerned about the baby being woken then the fire. Great scene.

  5. I hope no harm comes to them. Now that the new baby has been born. Geez. Love this family.

  6. Great job on the description. I felt like I was there. I hope they get out safely

  7. Such a wonderful job setting the scene and the interaction between the children is so natural. 🙂

  8. When is this poor family going to get a break? Vivid scene.

  9. I love the concern for the baby … well done on setting the scene … felt a bit too close this week with the big fires here just down the road 😉

  10. I hope they find a safe place. Loved that the mother ignored the fire and was concerned with the baby crying.

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