Decided now that school's out to try my hand at some more flash fiction--cutting it close on the deadline for this one, but here's my entry for Five Sentence Fiction with the topic "Explosive." Enjoy!
Never, never, never let the child of a chemist and a mechanic play with explosives. No one’s child should play with explosives, mind you, but especially not the child who has one parent always tinkering with different machinery to see how it works, how it’s put together, and can it be done better, and the other parent mixing things together to see how they react and can she invent some new medicine with a really fancy name that's hard to pronounce. It’s not generally condusive for a good parent-child relationship, though it does give a whole new meaning to the term “nuclear family,” come to think of it. Anyways, I don’t know what that boy was thinking, lighting the fuse on his homemade fireworks in the middle of the yard, but I do know that rocket went a good ways into the sky—he might be stupid in the common sense department, but that boy’s got talent, apparently. Heard the NASA recruiters are already swarming for him to join their program after high school, can you see them doing that if my Johnny lit off a homemade bottle rocket in the yard?