First came the punctual pain, followed by the rising heat of a boiling stomach—the kind that stirs up bile while weighing down your bowel—forcing him to run toward the toilet with his teeth and buttscheeks clenching.
She woke with ash gilding her hair and coating her tongue; the air lingered heavily with the thick scent of charred flesh—it wasn’t until she felt a roaring heat that she turned and saw the fire inside the crematorium.