“Mountain fire rages!” the radio screamed. Sally tossed her black dress on the bed. The hanger clanged against the others. A steady pile of dresses, jackets, shirts, skirts and other outfit possibilities grew into a haphazard mountain. “If this is to be my evacuation outfit,” she held up another dress, “it must be killer. Everyone...
The cost of fame by Timaeus Wayland
Mountain fires