Combustible

With the sound down

on the telly, the scroll

repeated how an onboard device

may have caused all those deaths.

 

And silently, the newsmen

and politicians talked. It was impossible

to readjust the volume. It felt

like sacrilege

 

when the silence of the

screams would be

desecrated by the everyday

sound of professional guessers.

When I could finally

move I

went into the kitchen, put

an unopened tin in the microwave and set the clock to 30 minutes.

Then watched the timer

 

and waited.

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