fire

Earlier today, I saw a van on fire in the street. It’s since been removed after the fire brigade put it out, though they seemed to take ages to arrive, apparently coming from the next town. I’d just crossed the road after getting off the bus and noticed parcels scattered on the pavement, with a man I assumed to be the driver on the phone saying, “my van is on fire.” It didn’t really sink in until I walked past the front of the van, felt the heat, and saw flames. I asked someone nearby if they’d called the fire brigade—they had—and someone shouted at me to get water, but I didn’t want to get too close in case it exploded. Eventually, the fire brigade arrived and put it out. The van’s now gone, and I suppose they’ll be investigating the cause, though I’m no expert. I’d posted a video on social media to warn people and stop them using the road—it spread quickly online—but I’ve since taken it down, thinking that was for the best.

The people wh wer expecting parcels have still not got them