I am writing this post for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge which requires a 33 to 333 word composition which must include the word "fireworks", using the definition: display of temper or intense conflict; a spectacular display. Coincidentally, sort of, my composition is exactly 333 words.
My Life in Flames
I was in the second grade and was playing with my friend Larry after school. I was usually on my own in the afternoon as both my parents worked. Larry’s divorced mother hung around the house all the time watching the soaps, however, it was known that Larry had no supervision and that he was a troublemaker.
That afternoon, Larry and I decided to play with matches and found an overgrown empty lot in our subdivision. It was perfect for staying undercover. As you might expect, things went out of control rapidly. A lit match hit some dry leaves and whoosh, the ground was in flames. We tried to stamp it out but the fire spread quickly. So we did what all mature second graders would do-we ran!
I ran straight home and pretended that nothing happened. By the time my parents got home, I could hear the sirens. Still, I said nothing. About an hour later, a fireman (firefighter wasn't yet a word) was at the door. He spoke to my parents for a while and then sat me down for a talk, which I knew signaled the end of my life. But the fireman was calm and explained how dangerous a fire in the neighborhood could be. Even as a second grader I knew this, but I listened respectfully, acting like this was new information. Of course, I now cringe that I didn't tell anyone about the fire, but then, I was just trying to save myself.
After the fireman left, I expected the worst. I thought my Dad might yell: "You're not our son anymore." But he just said, "This is too serious for punishment, I hope you learned your lesson." and my Mom jumped in "...and you can't play with Larry anymore." Wow...no fireworks! I assumed that, with Larry's reputation, my parents thought he was the instigator and they went easy on me. To this day, I can't recall whose idea it was, but it could have been mine.