Patriotism

We used to wait for full darkness to light our sparklers, better, daddy said, to see them

Sizzle against the velvety night sky. Little hands clutched fiery sticks, frantically spouting

Brilliant illuminations of red, white, and blue in a dangerously fun display of patriotic

Zeal. The big fireworks followed: bottle rockets, Roman candles, fountains and snakes.

Daddy always lit the firecrackers. Bundled black cats rat-a-tat-tatting like Al Capone’s

Mob kicked off the show. Momma clutched me close, but she didn’t have to fret. My natural

Self-preservation instincts won the night. I was happy to watch the show within her grasp.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats. View all posts by nananoyz