AnElephantCant play with matches
This is something he long ago learnt
He thinks it uncomical
That his ears are so flammable
And he does not want to get his trunk burnt
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Our Guiding Light Rochelle provides the spark that ignites the kndling of cool chronicles from red hot writers.
And AnElephant stirs the ashes.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
Fire at Will
Hurry, I scream, my parents are trapped!
Even from downstairs I can hear them shrieking and pounding on their bedroom door.
That is where the fire started.
I wonder if the old fool was smoking in bed again.
No matter, I know he didn’t cause it.
My little electrical trick did that.
And this old rotted-wood house is burning like paper.
I think back to that childhood game where we tied the front door handle to the garden fence.
And rang the bell.
There will be no trace of the twine fastening their door to the bath.
I am rich.