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 and watch the wind blow the debris in his yard east, toward our house.
© 2016 Nortina Simmons
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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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