Better late than never. Due to a busy weekend and a poor memory, I forgot the beloved paragraph of the week! But never fear, it’s here now. So sit back and enjoy this week’s paragraph.
He lifted his head, his chin bleeding, his face red and sweaty. She was in the window, her face twisted and screaming, flames and smoke surrounding her, consuming the pale night gown. She slid down the pane and vanished. He leapt up and began running towards the flames; several firemen held him back as he tried to claw and kick his way into the burning house.