The high pitch scream of her little sister woke her. Shooting up in bed she smelled fire and knew the drill. Her father called from the downstairs landing that he had Cristy. Without thinking about it she grabbed the photo on her nightstand. Her feet found the slippers that lived by her bed and as she passed the bookshelf she grabbed a book of poems. She ran to the door and from the knob took off the aviator’s scarf before pressing the back of her hand to the door, it was warm. She snatched the bomber jacket and immediately turned around and headed for the window, pulling on the jacket as she went. As she crawled up onto her dresser she flipped open the jewelry mini-chest and pulled out an antique ring box. Smiling she dropped the box into her jacket and was out the window. Crawling onto the roof of the garage she shifted the book and frame into the same hand so she could put the scarf on. With her treasures secure she made her way to the trellis and joined her panicked father. When he saw her carrying stuff towards him he was about to yell, but then he saw what she carried. He also realized despite her foolishness she was safe. He shook his head and pulled her into a rib cracking hug. Quickly her dad flipped up her collar to keep the chill away, then he took Cristy back into his arms. Pulling off the scarf, she wound it around her sister’s neck to keep her warm. Then they heard the sirens and turned to watch the approaching trucks.
Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?
I’m going to assume that I’d have a magical ability to just carry everything no matter how awkward it was and grab (in no particular order):
- Grandma’s painting
- External hard drive
- Bookshelf (and if I can’t take the whole thing since that seems like major cheating then my copy of A Beekeeper’s Apprentice)
- Grandma’s jewelry box
These are just gut reactions, hopefully I’m never faced with this dilemma.