Odd encounter

The bus engine failed in a rather momentous final gust. Thankfully it did so far from the rural countryside but instead in a small suburb. As the bus continued to misfire, all passengers were required to exit. Upon first glance, it became apparent that local accommodations were meager.

Before the onset of panic, I dashed toward the gas station snack shop to purchase a pack of cigarettes. I hadn’t smoked since New Year’s Eve of ’92. I assured myself that the unfortunate series of events compelled me to do so, and that I would soon resume my life as it was prior to this trip. I inhaled slowly. A wash of euphoria fueled me to press onwards.

Without regard for my surroundings, I strolled down the street, a bag in one hand and cigarette in the other. Suddenly, an abrupt explosion sounded followed by thunderous flames. I squinted in an attempt to make out what exactly was happening. I turned left to see a barn had taken fire. I heard a horse’s shrill, as it thrashed and kicked in a desperate attempt to break free.

I ran quickly to the aid of several men rescuing the animals. I followed two of them to the last stall in the barn. A cow had backed into the corner with her head lowered. The loft floor just above had caught fire and was near collapse. The cow, its tail erect, charged us, as it was determined to reach safety.

A voice cried, “Jewel! Jewel!”. Without clear direction, I mimicked Jewel as he crouched low. We lifted a large coffin. A deluge of fire sparks rained on both of us. The coffin toppled forward to the outer glare.