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Our House Fire

This short story is a work in progress. If you have any feedback, feel free to share. I have to cut about 200 words. If there is a section you find is unnecessary, don't hesitate to tell me.


Our House Fire
By: Tamara Peachy

The lights went out, and I listened for my mother’s reaction. She giggled with delight because she loved the dark. Maybe my mother assumed that lightening struck, even though there was no storm. Maybe my mother wondered if a bugler had cut the power. Maybe my mother’s hallucinations covered the lights with their black cloaks. The lights came back on again.

My thumb and pointer finger held the light switch. I began to flip it frantically up and down. I watched the lights blink on and off. I heard the click of the switch as the lights responded to my command. It was me; I caused the power failure.

I knew the consequences of my light switch antics. My mother’s attention was diverted from her own isolation and now was focused on my deviancy. I had to be an irritating t…