Amongst The Flames: A Contemporary Christian Romance (Embers and Ashes Book 1) by T.K. Chapin
Authors: T.K. Chapin
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I’ll do my best to get you out of here and back on the job pronto.”
I sighed with a relief, “Thank you.”
CHAPTER 6
I would normally consider myself a patient person, but the quietness that lingered in every part of the house was driving me insane. My very sanity felt like it was slipping away with every passing moment that I lay idle in my coffin-like bed in my room. Only one more week and my family would be back, I thought to myself as I flipped through the channels for the billionth time. After passing by the same fishing show again, I became angry and chucked the remote across the room. It shattered into pieces on impact with the wall. I shot a glare at the broken remains of the remote.
I noticed the sunshine peek between the curtains over at the window. That glimmer of light that played against the wall near the backboard of my bed reminded me that there was a world outside I was missing out on.
I got up and headed over to the window to take a gander outside. When I glanced out the smudge filled window, I felt a deep yearning inside of me to see what the grass felt like between my toes. It was a silly feeling I had, but I hadn’t gotten out much since my injury and Kane’s cancellation of poker nights. It seemed lately everybody at the station was distant. We didn’t even play golf this week. Another urge to go barefoot outside rushed through me. I grabbed my jacket and was out the door. It wasn’t warm outside, being April and all, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t recall the last time my bare feet even grazed the blades of grass outside before my injury. I needed this.
After a couple of moments, I began to realize how stupid I most likely looked to my neighbors. I was a fully grown man, standing in his front yard barefoot with a jacket, sling and a hairdo that would make Einstein look well groomed. Glancing around, I was relieved to see Mrs. Feddle wasn’t outside collecting her morning paper or Mr. Klein out walking his ridiculous blue-haired poodle. Hurrying up my steps, I made it back to the house and slid on my shoes so I could take to the sidewalk on a journey.
Getting onto the sidewalk of Benton Drive, I took a deep breath in, letting the clean air fill my lungs. It was refreshing, and I couldn’t help but smile as I walked down the sidewalk. Birds were chirping and dogs were barking off in the distance. Spring wasn’t too far off and it felt great to get out of the stuffy house.
Suddenly, I heard sirens in the distance. My heart raced and adrenaline began coursing through veins. Calm down body, it’s not our time yet, I told myself.
“Sounds like the cops are going to catch someone,” a little girl said over in a nearby yard.
I stopped and turned to her. “That’s no cop, that’s a fire truck.”
She walked up to her white fence that circled the entire yard and said, “How do you know that, Sir?”
I smiled. “The sounds are different. I’m a firefighter.”
“Why aren’t you with them?” she asked.
I turned and showed her my arm that was in a sling. “I got hurt. They won’t let me fight fires until I’m all healed up.”
“What happened?” she asked, squinting up at me as she tried to shield her eyes from the sun.
“I got hurt saving a little girl, just about your age.”
“Oh… Is she okay?” The girl came closer to the fence.
“Yeah, she’s alright.” I turned towards the direction that we heard the sirens coming from. They were getting farther away and my racing heart was returning to a normal pace. “I sure do miss it out there.” I turned back to see the girl had vanished from the yard. I smiled and continued walking.
As I came back into the house, my cell phone rang. Pulling it out of my pocket, I saw that it was Megan. I answered it as I shut the door behind me.
“Da-da,” Justin said into the phone. I smiled. Hearing Megan in the background trying to keep the kids near the phone, I was thankful.
“How’s it going, boys?” I asked as I
I sighed with a relief, “Thank you.”
CHAPTER 6
I would normally consider myself a patient person, but the quietness that lingered in every part of the house was driving me insane. My very sanity felt like it was slipping away with every passing moment that I lay idle in my coffin-like bed in my room. Only one more week and my family would be back, I thought to myself as I flipped through the channels for the billionth time. After passing by the same fishing show again, I became angry and chucked the remote across the room. It shattered into pieces on impact with the wall. I shot a glare at the broken remains of the remote.
I noticed the sunshine peek between the curtains over at the window. That glimmer of light that played against the wall near the backboard of my bed reminded me that there was a world outside I was missing out on.
I got up and headed over to the window to take a gander outside. When I glanced out the smudge filled window, I felt a deep yearning inside of me to see what the grass felt like between my toes. It was a silly feeling I had, but I hadn’t gotten out much since my injury and Kane’s cancellation of poker nights. It seemed lately everybody at the station was distant. We didn’t even play golf this week. Another urge to go barefoot outside rushed through me. I grabbed my jacket and was out the door. It wasn’t warm outside, being April and all, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t recall the last time my bare feet even grazed the blades of grass outside before my injury. I needed this.
After a couple of moments, I began to realize how stupid I most likely looked to my neighbors. I was a fully grown man, standing in his front yard barefoot with a jacket, sling and a hairdo that would make Einstein look well groomed. Glancing around, I was relieved to see Mrs. Feddle wasn’t outside collecting her morning paper or Mr. Klein out walking his ridiculous blue-haired poodle. Hurrying up my steps, I made it back to the house and slid on my shoes so I could take to the sidewalk on a journey.
Getting onto the sidewalk of Benton Drive, I took a deep breath in, letting the clean air fill my lungs. It was refreshing, and I couldn’t help but smile as I walked down the sidewalk. Birds were chirping and dogs were barking off in the distance. Spring wasn’t too far off and it felt great to get out of the stuffy house.
Suddenly, I heard sirens in the distance. My heart raced and adrenaline began coursing through veins. Calm down body, it’s not our time yet, I told myself.
“Sounds like the cops are going to catch someone,” a little girl said over in a nearby yard.
I stopped and turned to her. “That’s no cop, that’s a fire truck.”
She walked up to her white fence that circled the entire yard and said, “How do you know that, Sir?”
I smiled. “The sounds are different. I’m a firefighter.”
“Why aren’t you with them?” she asked.
I turned and showed her my arm that was in a sling. “I got hurt. They won’t let me fight fires until I’m all healed up.”
“What happened?” she asked, squinting up at me as she tried to shield her eyes from the sun.
“I got hurt saving a little girl, just about your age.”
“Oh… Is she okay?” The girl came closer to the fence.
“Yeah, she’s alright.” I turned towards the direction that we heard the sirens coming from. They were getting farther away and my racing heart was returning to a normal pace. “I sure do miss it out there.” I turned back to see the girl had vanished from the yard. I smiled and continued walking.
As I came back into the house, my cell phone rang. Pulling it out of my pocket, I saw that it was Megan. I answered it as I shut the door behind me.
“Da-da,” Justin said into the phone. I smiled. Hearing Megan in the background trying to keep the kids near the phone, I was thankful.
“How’s it going, boys?” I asked as I
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