Monday March 7th, 2011

The exercise:

Today we shall write about: the firefighter.

Feeling slightly better today. The sunshine and warmer days are helping.

Mine:

Tony sat staring out the nearest window, not really listening to his companions as they chatted about everything and nothing. He was feeling restless. Bored, if he was being honest.

It's not that he wanted someone's house or car to catch fire. He wasn't that far gone. Besides, these things happened whether he hoped for them or not.

But he was getting really, really tired of playing cards with the rest of the crew. And hearing the same stories over and over again.

He wanted some action.

When the phone call came through ten minutes later, the relief was immense and immediate. The feeling lasted until he was told that it was his own home that was engulfed in flames.