Fire

There was a gathering of twenty or so Little Rock Hashers and friends in a parking lot on the edge of downtown Little Rock. John Krone was looking up, and said, "Hey, Rock, that smoke looks like it's coming from Orange Street."
Rock noticed the horizontal column of black smoke rolling from the north, several hundred feet up. Within seconds bits of charred paper began to fall onto the lot. Rock examined a few, and though he did not truly suspect his house was on fire or had burned, was somewhat relieved to find nothing familiar in the paper, nothing at all that looked as if anything from his house was its source.
Suddenly it became obvious to Rock and everyone else that the fire was nearby. In fact, an old brick apartment building no more than a couple of blocks south of the lot was clearly burning. The half of it that faced them had collapsed, and reminded Rock of the photographs he'd seen of the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City, destroyed by Timothy McVeigh in conjunction with other terrorists in the spring of 1995.