arliss: (psytarot)
arliss ([personal profile] arliss) wrote2004-08-14 09:32 pm

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"Near-death Experience"

There was green brush and piles of paper from the old office that needed to be burnt. The day was damp, and Hank decided to use gasoline to help the fire along. He splashed it over the pile. I picked up the cat and started toward the house.

"Where're you going, chicken?"

I turned to answer him as he struck the match. There was little wind to spread the fumes. The fireball was twenty feet in diameter. The whump was felt a block away.

He ran, dove, rolled, got up, and ran to me, "I'm all right." He really wasn't.

But eventually, he was, again.

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