The Peregrine Review

Article Title

My Back-Up


While the threatening fire flashed before me,

She stood behind me, never backing down.

The fear within me felt almost as heavy

as the breathing apparatus on my back.

As I stared at the bolting flames,

And shifted the nozzle in my gloved hand,

Sweat rolled down my cheek,

While unable to turn my eyes away

From the enormous pillar of smoke and blaze.