this morning #282.

this morning, her cocktail of choice was of the molotov variety & things were getting ready to heat up in here. there was a special glimmer in her eyes as she delicately transferred lighter fluid into a dozen empty clearly canadian bottles chosen specifically for the occasion. then she stuffed the necks with shreds of a beautiful floral tablecloth. revenge arson didn’t have to be unimaginative, after all. with construction complete, she packed up her brand new, bespoke arsenal in a 1950’s banana crate & made her way out to the car. she threw it into drive & lit out to the spot. everyone there would rue the day that they painted that word on her house.