Jason Wildasin
Wild Assassin walked up to the wind.
Outside Robert was holding the slightly
Modified flashlight in one hand and a lighter in the other.
“This is going to rape,” Wild Assassin stated. He was
About ready to explode with excitement
We all were
But he kept it hidden.
The fuse dangled helplessly out of the flashlight
As Robert lowered the lighter to it.
If it all went wrong and the hours were wasted
On this then it would have been all Jason’s fault,
We rarely took anything the “satchel” carrying,
Sister’s tight jean wearing kid did very seriously.
Robert ran back into the house with only the lighter in hand,
The fuse shortened, and shorted
And shortened,
Until the flashlight detonated, casting
An emerald green blaze on the surrounding house,
A booming thunder that echoed for what sounded like miles,
And sent metal flying through the night.
All of us hit the floor,
Except Jason.
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