Fire, Clock, Certainty

A 5 minute writing exercise using the 3 words Fire, Clock, Certainty

Fire raced up the walls as the clock began to boil down to it's last seconds. No one knew for sure or with any certainty that all would end well. Now that everything had gone a ry a man thought to himself," What is going on?" There were no answers only silence. He knew that if his reaction began to slow all would be lost. So with a quick swift hand and an eager mind he shoveled his guts into courage and leaped across the building. His foot narrowly caught the edge of the other building, but lost his footing and slipped. Luckily he caught the edge with his fingertips as his feet dangled over kicking the windows. On lookers from below stood in awe as they could not believe their eyes.
If only there were someone else here. A man. A woman. Someone he could reach for, but there was no one. Only pigeons and their speckled shit that began to loosen his grip on the edge. Of all the things he'd ever cursed in his life he now more than ever thought of all the ways he'd die. Pigeon shit was not on the top of his list...