Rocking Chair Indoor
56 minutes ago
Brother smelled smoke. I saw smoke tendrils blanketing the balcony. Rushed to find a bucket, a stool and a chair reduced to a heap of ashes on the ground. No wire or fire-instigating tool in sight. No crazy people around our neighbourhood who'd throw anything inflammable into our balcony. Nobody in our house as so much as loves playing with fire. No sworn enemy wanting to take revenge aka Bond-style. Creepy. Very, very creepy.
I wrote down one word to summarize each lovely entry, and then had my son look at them all, close his eyes, and touch one with the tip of his pencil. He chose "love" which I had written down for firstname.lastname@example.org 's entry. She is the winner!