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Flames burst in the room accompanied by a scream that would have registered at 4.5 on the Richter scale. The once yellow floral wallpaper was now charred the darkest of blacks, which almost completely shadowed out the drying human blood. She cried teaspoons at a time, head down on the white satin tablecloth that covered a large oak dining table, complete with frilly doilies and a bouquet of purple orchids standing erect in a bronze vase. Faint light from the chandelier caused the fresh blood staining the otherwise spotless glass silverware cabinet to gleam with an eerie overtone. And as if the case had not been opened in decades, the eating utensils resting quietly inside seemed restless to vacate their red velvet racks.
She coughed until the gray dust in her lungs was forced up her throat and out of her mouth, gently falling down towards the tablecloth like a giant cloud of gnats. Then another explosion. The snow-white Persian cat that was hiding underneath a newly upholstered chair, startled by this second burst of vocables and flame, darted out of the smoking dining room through a pair of white swinging doors and into the family room, where two kids were hunched in front of a large television set, pushing buttons on game controllers. They gleefully ignored the cats frantic scurry underneath the couch as they continued to collect golden coins, defeat hobgoblins, and explore the day away. Their controllers shook with every fiery hit they sustained in their digital world, vibrating against their palms as they continued to sweat bullets while battling a horrendous and terrific dragon, found deep within the newly-discovered swamps west of town.
Just as the smoke from the dining room began to seep through the white double doors, another eruption took place, enlarging the crack in the ground by the doors into a gaping chasm. Hawk-sized bats rapidly flew out of the pit as if they were being sucked into a vortex in the sky, crashing through the ceiling to the second floor of the home, and then finally tearing a hole through the roof, escaping into the neighborhood. Flames blazed through the doors and into the family room, barely licking the two oblivious kids. The silverware case tipped over and shattered upon impact with the ground, sending glass shards across the smooth wooden floor, and repelling the snow-white Persian cat further away from the distressing racket.
Scampering through the patio door that happened to be cracked open, the cat seemed to find peace in the yard behind the two-story colonial. Softly treading through the soft green grass, it eventually found a home upon the lap of a half-kid sitting motionless on a wooden yard swing. The half-kid smiled at the beloved house pet for a split-second, then turned all attention back to the hellish bats and flames that seemed to coalesce as they towered skyward out of the roof. A window facing the backyard shattered outward, releasing a thick stream of smoke, and making the once muffled screaming more intense. A blank look shone across the half-child�s face as the cat leapt off the swing and onto the white picket fence that stood solemnly behind them. Carefully choosing its steps with caution, the cat tiptoed atop the fence to the edge of their yard, and onto their neighbor�s white picket fence. Which connected to another white picket fence. Which connected to another white picket fence. Which connected to another white picket fence. Which connected to another white picket fence.
Somewhere in the distance, a mailman delivered a Macy�s catalogue for the upcoming summer season.
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