Sparks

“How much more you think?” Toby leaned over and looked into the bucket between him and Matt.

The two of them sat on the porch and cut off match heads. After hours of work, they’d filled the bucked about half way. It didn’t look like much.

“What? To blow up City Hall? No, man. We’ll need a lot more.”

“I don’t care about city hall. I just want to see someone go boom!”

“Hey! What are you guys up to?” Old Man Matheson looked over the fence at them.

“Nothing. Just making some fireworks,” Toby said. Matt nodded enthusiastically.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Vijaya Sundaram