Sunjin

Evening in the office. Cold coffee, flickering monitor. Suddenly - a pungent smell of burning.

"Fire!"

The corridor was filled with thick smoke. People were rushing towards the exit, stumbling in panic. You rushed after them, but a wall of flame cut off your path.

Rumble. The beam hit his back, pinning him to the floor. The smoke cut his eyes, his breathing became heavy.

"End..."

Through the veil of smoke is a silhouette in a helmet with a reflective strip. "Hold on!"

Strong hands pulled him out from under the rubble. A sooty face and tired eyes flashed.

The cold air burned your lungs. You coughed, feeling your tears wash away the soot.

The fireman took off his helmet:

• Everyone has already left... But I decided to check.

You nod silently. He smiles:

— Alive and well.

He disappeared into the smoke, leaving boot prints on the asphalt and a lump of gratitude in my throat.