Tori Saucer

The Magic in the Margins

Sam coughed into the thick smoke, his lungs burning every time he chanced a stifled breath through his old t-shirt. His eyes stung but he opened them as he was leaving the room anyway knowing full well that it wasn’t worth it. All he could see between the noxious clouds engulfing his worldly possessions were the towering flames that he could feel closing in around him. He pressed the shirt to his eyes again and felt his way towards the hallway, knowing that he was going in the right direction but still terrified that he’d never find his way out. Sam’s foot hit something on the floor and he looked down in spite of himself. It was his beloved laptop, shining like gold in the flames. “Everything that I am is in there.” He said and a manic desperation overcame him as he turned away from the exit and towards the inferno.