Learning to make fire I came home to my house in ruins. Well, not necessarily ruins, that would mean that I had in fact been gone for years instead of mere minutes as I ran to the green grocer to buy a carton of milk.
Our house looked more like we had been robbed.
I stepped through the mess cautiously, trying to avoid the shards of my favorite vase and the muddy puddles with broken flowers scattered across the floor as if a small child had been playing the flower girl at a wedding. The dog sat in the middle of what used to be our entertainment center- which now looked as if our TV had turned out to be a cleverly disguised bomb that had only now gone off- chewing on the edge of the TV stand. He looked up at me as if he were proud, wagging his tail vigorously and barking. I despaired of ever buying a TV again, seeing the cr