Flames engulfed my sister’s house as my mom stood in the street and watched.  A propane tank exploded in their motor home, and a fire truck raced up the street.  Ten other housed burned, and in a few minutes a happy neighborhood became an explosion-ridden firestorm soon-to-be-wasteland… 
The supports for the temple fell to the right, toppling each other one after another like a row of dominoes.  As each fell a heatwave and mini fireball was released.  We watched, some full of tears, some full of smiles, as dreams, fears, hopes, …

“The speed limit is 35 all along here Larkin.”
“I know George, I’m only going 37, but I’ll slow down a bit.” I say as I tap the breaks and hit the air horn at the same time while passing stopped a minivan oddly turned in the right lane. The street looks strangly post-apocalypic, with every car I pass stopped at some weird angle. All the lights are green as I move through town just a hair over the speed limit.
Again, adrenaline rushing, no where to go, it pools… slowely filling …