It was a dark night when I was thinking

It was a dark night when I was thinking in my room when a siren screamed, I looked out my window and everything was on fire.

Out came the neighbors from the burning house. Then a fire fighter went in and came out with a body. I was speechless. Tears were shed and

yet the only sound i could hear were the crackling flames as the firefighters tried to put them out. not my father's laughter, or my mother's smile, or my annoying brothers, all of

the memories were smothered by the smoke that drifted into the sky. I shivered in the cold night as the firefighters continued their work and looked up at the stars. At least

the fire crackled hot and bright enough to sear the experience into my mind. My eyes teared as I turned my head from the sky and faced the burning conflagration that threatened

my very existence. "Oh stop crying," Father spewed irritably, as if he's seen the entire city burn every night. Which he had. He was an unlucky man, but a cold one. I dried my eyes

with the edge of the tablecloth, inadvertently knocking over the candle Mom had lit for the special occasion and spilling Father's brandy. Father doused the flame with gravy before

had aphasia.Quickly Mom put Dad's hat on her lap to try to put out the fire. Meanwhile the cat's fiery tail lit my Dad's fishing rod & a sack with some cod. "Dad's rod is on fire &

don't get me started on his sack!" So that's how dear Pussy rekindled the fire in my folks' marriage, & they're now a throuple. Cat's got my tongue? Damn straight!