Prompt:…Flame Ice Lime Regularly Clock
As I stared at the clock, I couldn’t help but thinking “where is she.” She was regularly on time. I couldn’t wait any longer. I gripped the teddy bear tighter in my hand. Finally. She pulled up in the driveway.
I opened the door for her, she held the tiny flame in her hand. “Are you ready for this,” she asked.
“I sure am,” I replied and just like that, in a matter of seconds, my house was on fire. I smelt the burnt lime juice coming from the kitchen, I heard the sounds of my neighbors screaming and calling 000 saying I was an out of control child. I didn’t care. My heart was as cold as ice at that moment. I now regret it. Big time.