Into The Woods

Fred coughed and sputtered, waving her hands in front of her face in a futile attempt to clear the thick, charcoal-colored smoke from in front of her face. But the action only created eddies and swirls of movement within the cloud, rather than dissipating it, and finally she had the bright idea that it would be better if the smoke could get out of the small shack rather that simply being pushed around within it. Well she could hardly be blamed for not thinking of it right away. ( An explosion did sort of take one by surprise. )