Neighbors

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


flash-flash-2I 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

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