The firework goes floosh and explodes blue in the sky and the ground lights bright and the people go, “ahhh” and Harold Lamar with his two legs and two arms and ten fingers and ten toes shrieks on the inside and his body goes rigid and he hates hard.
A little boy lights a roman candle and runs around the outside of the group with his father chasing him begging for him to stop, “You’re too young, Tony no, stop!”
But the boy just screams in delight as his fat father scrambles to keep up. The fire cracker explodes in tiny chubby little boy hands.
Pop! And Harold filches.
Pop! And his fists clench.
Pop! And sweat pours free from all over his body.
Its full dark and Harold wants to go home, but its too late to leave now. The show is just getting started.
Floosh. Red Light.
Floosh. Hot yellow light.
Floosh. Deep blue.
Behind his eyelids the world is multicolored sparkles of death.
Inside his mind he is back in country and