Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
This week Al’s cleverly reflective shot made me think of sunsets, and memories, and memories of sunsets.
So I wrote something quite different.
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Click here to hear me read this 90-second story aloud:
I remember the first fire I ever set.
Well, the first illegal one.
It was great.
Just a little garden hut, two doors down from my mum’s house.
I watched it from my bedroom window.
I’m telling you, what a buzz you get seeing something like that.
Aye, and knowing it is your own work.
After two or three more small time escapades I got more adventurous.
I went into buildings where the flats had storage cupboards on the stairs or landings.
When a door was unlocked, I made a fire in there.
Then the fire engines came, lights flashing, sirens wailing.
Then, of course, I had to do the real thing.
I knew this old couple, a pal’s grandparents.
They lived in a top flat, three floors up.
One night I took paraffin and matches and wire.
I poured the paraffin through the letter box, lit it.
Inside was an inferno in minutes.
I tied it to their door handle, and to the handle of the flat opposite.
So they can’t open their doors from the inside.