Deo was not going to run, he was waiting, but something else was on his mind. He was playing over the moments leading up to the incident. But after the scream, the explosion and the smell of sulfur burning, everything else was a blur. One fire fly zipped continuously in front of him, as he sat on the front step of the house. The little insect was spelling something before his eyes. It looked like a name. But to a man with little time counting against his freedom, he could not make sense of it. As quickly as Deo entered one of the cars, the door closed and away he went. He did not look back to see his family, his neck was arched as he peered through the windscreen. ………….
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