Just another normal day in the Parks household, mum is upstairs shouting at Lilly my sister to get off the phone and get ready, dad is in the car listening to Terry Wogan and occasionally revving the engine and i am in the kitchen watching Lorraine Kelly chunter on about herbs or herpes or something. Dad is dropping me off at my holiday job and then taking Lilly and mum to the station they are going shopping in Leeds i think he then plans to visit his golf club and loose a few balls in the rough. But as usual we are running late.
Eventually we all get in the car and head off towards the bypass, dad is several shades of red and mum is still not sure that she is wearing the correct outfit for the day and Lilly is in a stress about the fact that dad won't buy her a new mobi - the time is 8 : 59 am.
Approximately 200 heartbeats later i am laying in the gutter my head smashed into a curbstone my left leg horribly twisted unable to move looking back at the burning wreckage of our family car. Within the fireball through the smoke blackened shattered rear window i can just make out the silhouettes of dad, mum and Lilly writhing and twisting in the flames as they char, crackle and cook . 10 heartbeats later my mother perishes followed within a beat by my dad and then Lilly is gone...................
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