The House on Maple Street

The House on Maple Street

The day the boy told me he was doing it tonight I said I would watch. So that night I walked across the pitch black street on to the gray colorless sidewalk and waited and waited and waited and waited. All of a sudden the house lifted off the ground like a balloon on a silent take off. I could feel the burning flames as the smoke twisted and curled across the ground like fog. When I looked up the house was a tiny dot floating around in the inky black starry sky. Then I saw a tiny figure waving at me, and in the next sudden moment he was gone, and the mysterious take off was over.

by kylie