My neighbor sets his trash pile ablaze with a blowtorch.
Because it’s Friday.
And he missed the garbage truck this morning.
“He’s mad!” my mother shouts. She yanks the curtains closed. Rushes to the kitchen to prepare dinner. “That’s how forest fires start.” She slices peppers and onions on the cutting board and rakes them into the sizzling pan on the stove.
I peek out the window one last time, watch the wind blow the debris in his yard east — toward our house.
—Nortina
I think I might test my quick thinking (and quick typing) skills by trying this more often. It’s called Flash in a Flash, and the challenge is write a story in 120 seconds based on the one word prompt. Today’s prompt: blowtorch
Lovely Curses 
I hope there’s another twist down the line and the house ends up not being caught on fire lol! Great story 🙂
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Thanks for joining in Nortina, lovely to meet you too. Awesome entry, I do wonder what will happen to their house though! :s
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It’s definitely concerning — an old man with a blowtorch is never a good sign 😉
Thanks for reading! This was a fun prompt btw.
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Oh no, doesn’t sound good if their house catches fire from the debris!
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Right! Somebody better call the Home Owners Association on that man! Lol
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