The Artist Mage ~ Will Spears
 
My apartment complex could have burned down just moments ago had I not decided to walk my dogs a little earlier than their usual twilight stroll.  And what through my wondering ears did I hear, but a fire alarm, and no one near.

So I flew to the door to see what was the matter.  Nobody was home.
Except two litle catter.  Anyway.  I called my apartment complex toute suite, and then 911.

My apartment manager arrived first.  She opened the door and ran into the kitchen to turn off the stove.  It's a good thing there wasn't a backdraft.  She ran in there like she was Xena, but she came out coughing from the smoke and had to sit down on the stairs.

The firemen arrived moments later.  I got heralded as a hero, patted on the back by a passing neighbor.  And I swooped back to my apartment to write the story.

Clark Kent, I want to be just like you.
 


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