PIERCE
Ambulance and fire truck sirens wailed in my ears long after calm returned to Pelican Bay. It spectacularly shattered the afternoon, and of course, it concerned a Kensington. They cordoned downtown off to keep onlookers safe— smart decision considering we lived in a town of gawkers.
"Are you sure there’s no injuries?" I asked my cousin Jerome for the third time.
His answer came as a shout. "None. Not even any damage to the building. Only the scaffolding is destroyed. Stroke of luck, really."
I tried to take a deep breath and relax because no one was injured as the ten-story scaffolding, which circled half of Jerome’s new building collapsed and managed not to touch a single person.