The fire was getting closer, licking away at the fuse,
creeping closer to the stores of explosives bottled nearby.
The crowd rallied, they had been waiting for the moment of
explosion for months. They had rallied and screamed, and they had organised
everything, all we practically did was turn up.
Some members panicked last minute and hadn’t stayed to see
it through, giving one excuse or another why they didn’t want to be here.
Of course it was a big thing but that’s what we wanted
really, something big… something to remember.
Seconds passed, the damp autumnal air had slowed the fuse;
the usual fast flick of light now crawled along the line, seducing the damp
concrete as it danced towards the dirt.
The flame disappeared; a breath was all we had to wait until
the sound of the drum-splitting explosion escaped through the clinging air. We
watched.
Partners grabbed each other’s arms.
Parents held their children close.
A chorus of gasps, orchestrated by the dance of the colours
overhead.
Once the colours stopped, the crowd erupted for more.
A bonfire night to remember.
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