New Antipasto entry: Untold Flames.
It had been raining heavily. We didn't feel like going out to join the neighbours in the street, though we suspected they have probably taken shelter in someone's garage.
It was a while before midnight, but someone was letting off fireworks already. And finally when the inevitable came, the noise was deafening and the sky was showers and flowers of colour.
He wished he had somewhere to go for the evening. It would have been a welcome distraction from looking back on the year's failures at the year's end. Worn out and tired, I thought about fires.
Happy New Year.
Posted by sniffles at January 01, 2002 11:21 PM