I had planned to wait and respond to this prompt later this week. But when an idea strikes, I’ve got to run with it (while laughing) and well…maybe I’m procrastinating due to the fact that the big four oh is less than um…a week out. You know… Either/or.
Write Now December 3rd Prompt
won’t might be a little late, but I’ll be home for the holidays.”
Life was good. New job, new car, a soon to be wife. Finally. He had come into his own. Who said that you couldn’t do what you loved and make a living from it? If he had listened to his parents and gone into the family business, he’d have been one unhappy man right now. He wasn’t cut out to milk snakes for their venom, respectable a profession though it might be. It wasn’t his thing. Take that Mom and Dad, you were wrong. I’m not a snake milker, I’m a friggin’ pyro haha!
He couldn’t wait to get home, kick back with a beer, after he double checked to be certain there wasn’t a snake surprise waiting for him-his parents were really twisted sometimes, and then rub everyone’s nose in the fact that his little hobby was more than lucrative, it was going like…well…like a house afire. Being a pyromaniac was his mission in life, just as his being a special effects pyro-tech was his calling. Well until he started his own business anyway.
Eager to get out of the heavy nomex encapsulating him most of the day and to wash the smoke and the sweat from his hide, he almost didn’t see the white paper taped to his locker. He had to read it twice, the damn flame thrower still had bugs needing to be worked out and his eyes had to be swollen, because this-no. No way. He stared at the note informing him that his request for time off for the holidays had been denied. Denied a chance to-uh uh. Hell no. He bet he knew just how to get out from under that little problem. After all, the flame thrower was buggy and it did have a wicked sensitive hair trigger.