Yule Mathoms 2005 Collected
December 10 - 15 hot(t!) Haradrim: 4. Untitled - by Wolfwind
A spark amid the fabric, they explained later. The seamstresses hadn't noticed. The fire roared up before they realized their danger.
Watching, we only saw the flames licking upward. We saw them scramble for the doors, realized they were locked. They fought their way to the window, trampling one another to reach the cooler air. The heat of the fire painted them red.
They climbed onto the sill. We shouted to them, screamed that it was too far a fall; the palace stood on a cliff! They did not heed us. Spreading their arms, one after another, fifteen leapt.