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We didnt’ write that, and we didn’t start the fire
Sep
But Julie Mark Cohen is hot!
Here is Julie’s entry into our contest You Didn’t Write That
but check this out after you read her story!
http://yeli.us/Flash/Fire.html
A Perfect Match
by Julie Mark Cohen
“You didn’t write that?” Annie asked.
“I tell my mother everything,” Barnaby blubbered, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Why did you tell her you want to make love to me?”
“You’re my soul mate.”
“I’m getting hot.”
“So, lie down on these,” he said, smirking, opening a chest, removing several moth-eaten blankets.
“No, you idiot. It’s getting hot up here.”
He yanked off his undershirt. “If it is, I’m not feeling it. Why not sit down next to me on this couch?”
“I don’t think so. Look across the attic,” she said, pointing toward the other end of the long, narrow space.
“I don’t see anything.”
“That’s my point.” she ducked below a desk, coughing, dragging a blanket with her.
Barnaby stood on the couch, his hand shielding his face. “Oh no. Flames are shooting through the floor.”
Poking her head out from underneath the blanket, she shrieked, “I don’t hear fire engines.”
“Even if they get here now, we’re doomed.”
“Why? Can’t we find the stairs?”
“The flames are traveling fast, toward us.”
A fireman stood in front of the burning nineteenth century row houses with a common attic, picked up a spent match, then heard a boy behind him chuckling.
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Match maker, match maker, make me a match…
Done.
Bad, bad karma. Good, good story. The jewels of this is expandable in your creative hands.
Be careful when you talk about expandable jewels in your hand, and just stick to the point.
Oh T… is there any help for you?? 🙂
I certainly hope not
Thanks, thanks, Michael. Actually, one teeny part in this nano-atory came from a novel that I outlined some time ago, “The Fourth Alarm.”
Liar liar pants on fire – or was that a ladybug that needed to get home fast…well that one ripped through and jolted the senses…cool! Ummm maybe that should read hot!!!! Liked it Julie.
Diane, thank you.
I watched the tale of Thorn’s love life before reading this, and I wonder if there’s a connection!
Great piece. . .The chuckling boy has a story I’d like to hear, too! I’m thrilled we’re back. . .
Where’s YOUR story, and are you sticking to it?
Terrie, thanks.
A connection to Thorn’s story? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Depends on ambient temperature.
Excuse me? We’re NOT all back until YOU submit! Time to give the keyboard the finger(s)
Just in time for Halloween.
Diane,
I’m glad you stopped by. Thanks for reading my story. Will you be submitting one or two, I hope?
Best,
Julie
That’s usually about the time I need a ghost writer.
Thanks Julie… kinda scared me.
Miryam,
You’re welcome…
Too bad she couldn’t have found out sooner that he told his mother everything-then she could have hot footed it out of there!
Barbara,
Thanks!
Ah, if she knew beforehand, she would’ve hot-footed it sooner; she probably never would’ve accepted his invitation to go up into the attic.
I was smelling smoke, I swear…….Excellent……
Brian,
Thank you.
I’m tickled (hopefully not by flames) that I reached your sense of smell.
What gets me about this story is that you toy with us twice. First, when the flames come out of nowhere, then you twist the knife with the revealing of the chuckling boy. We all know by the time the fireman turns around the boy will be gone and although arson will be determined as the cause of the fire, the arsonist will get away with it. Totally not fair.
Which is probably what makes it such good writing.
Mac,
Thanks so much for your comments.
Sometimes, well (too) many times, life isn’t fire (oops fair).
How thought provoking and terrible. A chuckling arsonist, a horny soul, and a practical bewildered lover decending into such a terror. Distrubing, vivd, and chilly. very nice:)