There's no sweeter stench than the scent of a burning baby.
Grace raced across the yard, her steps hastened by the cries upon the wind.
"Somebody help me," she cried. "My grandbaby's trapped inside the house."
She grabbed a large branch and began to beat against a window. It broke away and released a menacing gust of fire that licked the edges of her hair and sent her reeling backward in a choking fit.
The anguished cries from inside the house escaped through the broken pane, hanging upon the wind."Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."
It was a wild and airy...