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Sunday, March 03, 2013

Saturday Centus (Sunday edition)

Here we go!

I looked at the ramshackle contraption as Pa put the finishing touches on it. He was ready to light the fuse.

“Oh my God, you really think this thing’s gonna fly?!”

“Simple physics, m’boy! The fuel burns, the exhaust shoots out the bottom, and the rocket goes up!”

“Your fuel is gasoline!”

“Burns nice! My Ma always told me, ‘Use the right fuel’.”

I shook my head. “My Grandma always told me that you’re an idiot.”

Pa laughed as he lit the fuse.

An hour later, the fire department has a whole new story to add to the rest. And Pa’s hair grew back, eventually.

7 comments:

Kris Osage said...

Hahahaha! Nicely written !!! :)

Karen S. said...

A most enjoyable write!

Call me Paul said...

The picture is Robert Goddard, I believe, the father of modern rocketry.

Kelly Sedinger said...

Paul: It is. I should have put in a credit as such. (On Jenny Matlock's site, I titled my little tale "With Apologies to Robert Goddard"!)

Judie said...

Hahahaha! Great take on the prompt!!

Sue said...

Great story and well written, too!

Jenny said...

Love this!

The one time I played with a fire like this my eyelashes barely grew back.

Still to this day.

It's hard to bat my lashes at a fella when I only have five stubby ones.

Sigh.