Wretched screaming ensued inside the house as Casey held me against him on the beach. The screaming unfolded for less than minute and then ceased. Men and women of the Hurricane Bay Fire Department pulled yellow fire hoses over the sand from the main street and started to douse the sky-reaching flames. It turned into a useless cause as lumber cracked and stucco continued to burn. Another wall fell outwards, decorating the beach.
The bungalow burned inside a giant orange flame that illuminated the night, the wide span of sand, other bungalows, and palm trees. The scent of gasoline mixed with melted plastic filled the air. An explosion occurred with three ear-banging booms as aerosol cans under the kitchen sink blew into the night’s heavens. Eventually, the roof of the bungalow gave out, fa
