When Flash opened his eyes, a cool breeze blew over his seared face. He was lying on the ground across the street from the burning apartment building. A member of the rescue squad stood over him.
“You’ll be all right now,” he said.
Flash stirred and sat up. He rubbed the back of his hand across his burning eyes. For a moment he could remember nothing. Then, with recollection, a wave of panic washed over him.
“My camera!”
“It’s safe,” said the rescue squad man. “And your equipment bag. Both right here. What paper you from?”
“The Ledger.”
“Too bad you didn’t get a picture of your own rescue job.”
“Yeah,” grinned Flash. “That would have been a shot!”
“Nice going, son. You had plenty of nerve.”
“How is the old man?” asked Flash.