As the chilly wind blew, Martha had a hunch that the glorious day was coming to an abrupt-end; she looked at others, who were enjoying their regular brunch.
“Comon Martha, party’s not started yet; hang on, and enjoy with us,” her friends asked her to stay on.
One look at the skies, and Martha felt uneasy; she urged the others to head home too, fast.
“Don’t be silly Martha,” came their stubborn reply instead.
Petite Martha, listened to her heart; but when from a little distance she looked back, she saw raging flames engulf her friends; the wind had turned ferocious.
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