Short Story---Book Idea

I stood outside smoking a cigarette while the world around me exploded. The plane went right over my house and as it crashed down on the block next to me. The blast that came afterwards was much worse. Blowing fire and oil splashed the houses and everything around it causing an inferno only thought to be in the depths of hell. As I lay on the ground I realize that my own house was blazing and everyone inside could be dead. I jump to run not realizing that I was a bloody mess and glass would have to be pulled from me in the hours to come. Running in the house I found that my entire house was a disaster. The wind, fire and oil had made its home inside and my mother and husband were both dead. As I ran through the house the only thing I remembered is trying to be sure I was even in my own house. Nothing looked familiar anymore the black walls with flames bursting out made me wonder if I was even alive. I don’t remember calling for help but I felt arms pull me up from the driveway and I woke up far away from my hopes and dreams and into a hell that only the Devil could hope for. Would I ever be able to rebuild what that flight took away from me? Would I ever understand why my neighborhood was prey to this freak accident? I miss my family.