Traveler's Log #32, Trapped in the Flames

It was a day like any other day. The sun rose, the roosters crowed, and the children we’re off to school. The day progressed as usual. Breakfast, lunch and it seemed like a typical evening dinner would have followed suit...until it happened. My chef instinct had pushed me to volunteer to cook dinner. Rice mixed with meat and tomatoes was on the menu. Boil the water, cut the tomatoes, and mix it together...simple task Jamie, simple task! I was stirring the rice when my attention was averted by a vigilant smell. It was the smell of something burning, the rice was burning! Seems like I hadn’t put enough water in the rice to boil it, guess I’ll need to rethink my career choice. I went to dump out the rice when I noticed something, something that changed my life forever. The cloth I was using to hold the handle with was on fire, it wasn’t the rice after all. I threw it aside to stop my hand from enduring anymore permanent damage. I made the mistake of throwing the cloth on top a box of matches, one mistake I’ll never live down. The cloth was engulfed in flames by this time and was burning right in the middle of the doorway. I was trapped, no escape, my only hope now was to douse the flames...before it was too late. Hands trembling, I quickly grabbed the first container I saw and turned the tap on. The water was pouring out slower than usual, drip by drip, why did it choose now to get clogged? WHY! At the corner of my eye I noticed the fire spreading, heading directly towards...No it couldn’t be...the propane tank. I was in panic, the water seemed like it was coming out even slower now. Hurry, HURRY...that’s all that was going through my mind. The fire was drawing closer, closer and closer to the tank. I took the water and dove as far as I could, launching the water across the room at the fire. I lifted my head to see if it was too late. To my amazement, the fire was gone. All that was left was a burnt kitchen, and sadly...an ex-chef.