Happy Fourth of July

     The boy was home alone which he sometimes was now that he was twelve. He knew all the rules and the consequences f for breaking them. He did his chores like his mom asked and while reaching in the broom closet he accidentally overturned a box and a very colorful assortment of fireworks came spilling out onto the floor. He stood there for a moment looking at everything deciding if he should take just one small box and set it off in the backyard, after all, whats the worst that could happen? Well, he could start a grass fire racing around the yard trying to untangle the garden hose to put it out as it spread to the garage where his dads vintage 1957 Chevy was stored. Or he could cause the old man across the street who is a veteran of two wars to think he was under attack and start shooting in his direction. Then there's always the possibility he would blow off his hand like his mom always warned would happen. He looked at the small box of fireworks and decided to return them to the bigger box in the broom closet. That night when darkness fell his dad brought out the box and everybody gathered in the backyard for the big show. His dad asked him if he would like to light one, to which the boy replied, “Maybe next year dad” he was still visualizing that 1957 Chevy going up in smoke.

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