Published By Victorine E. Lieske at Smashwords
Copyright © 2011 by Victorine E. Lieske
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Shayne slammed the car door and sprinted up the walkway, a gym bag slung over his shoulder. The late afternoon breeze tossed leaves across the pavement as he stepped up to his mother’s house. The larger sun had already set; the second cast long shadows across the lawn. He slipped his key into the door and turned the knob.
Mom, he telepathically called out, I’m home.
Her usual greeting didn’t come as he entered the house. The smell of something burning made him cough and he covered his nose with his arm.
“Mom!” he yelled. “What’cha doing? Are you trying to burn the house down? You don’t have another crush on a fireman, do you?”