Feeling Less Helpless, Together

A memory that stands out is getting a phone call from a night shift tech telling me that the cafe was on fire. I rushed down to stand in the street so we could all feel just a little less helpless because we were together. — Nait Parks

As the Windows Above Us Exploded

The rising air made the steel door to the staircase rattle like someone was trying to escape. When the slate pool tables exploded, the falling balls sounded like running feet upstairs.