I was top of my chemistry class and had seen every episode of Breaking Bad. How hard could it be to operate a meth lab?
I soon got my answer.
My pant leg was on fire. I patted it furiously and watched in horror as fire from the explosion spread to neighboring houses. I had no inkling how bad this would become.
This definitely violated the Burn Ban invoked after our town’s long hot dry spell.
By the second day, low water pressure undermined the fire department’s valiant but doomed efforts to combat the city-wide fire. My jail cell’s getting hot.
Loved this, great title! Well done DeRicki always enjoy your words.
This is a very good story. I thought the ending was a bit of rough justice too.
Ouch! Thank you for the read. Good thoughts and well said.