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Firebug

Annie Reed

Published by Thunder Valley Press at Smashwords

Copyright 2010 Annie Reed

Cover image copyright 2010 Katie Reed


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Firebug


Annie Reed


Me and Bobby, we started a fire yesterday in that empty house on Colfax, the one with the ugly puke-green Realty Masters "For Sale" sign in the front yard. We got in through the patio door, real easy like. The guys working on the inside, fixing up the place, they don't always lock up when they leave. I guess they think nobody notices, but I do. Even I know better than to leave a house open like that. Just asking for trouble.

We were outside the AM-PM on Fourth and Garnett, hanging out in the shade, when I came up with the idea. Me and Bobby, we went to AM-PM for drinks just like we always do. I had a Mountain Dew with lots of ice. I like lots of ice in the summer, crunch it between my teeth like candy. Bobby was sucking down AM-PM's lame-ass version of a sour berry Slurpee. He stuck out his tongue every now and then just to gross me out, like a blue tongue is all that gross. I've seen grosser.

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