Welcome to Fire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Welcome to Fire, we hope you don't burn!

Nurse my coffee,
warm the seat.
Laptop open, hit the screen.
Out of outlets again? Well shit.
That mechanical hum—
Where’re my lights?
Conference call begins at eight.

 “What’s caught?.. Injuries..? Anything lit..?”

There’re my lights.
Tap on the shoulder, nod to me:
“1400, meeting with Battalion three.”
Add to list an extra line down.

“End report.”

Call: off.

“Hey, type these, would you?”

Laptop growls but complies.

“Copy these, too.”

Beautiful staples litter the packet.
What a sharp fold to
recreate!

"I need a thumb drive to print from here."

"Oh! Have a geek-whistle!"

It dives through the air.
Sometime later, fifteen copies.
Return to projects A, B, D.
My coffee’s cold.

“What’s blown up?”

“Forks made a run.”

“Some 8000 acres?”

“Well, more like 20.”

“Anything threatened?”

“Hyampom.”

“I brought doughnuts!”

Pause the thinking to grab the snack.

“Hey, run Hal, would you?”

Shut my screen, grab my coffee.
Promotion to projector? Complete.

“Where’s the Mad?”

3-D mouse, zoom in and out.

"Find charlie papa five three."

 “What’s that dot?”

Twist and zoom to bordered red.

“Isn’t that a lookout?”

Lightning strike.”

“And just it burned...”

Tired chuckles around the table.
Three trees and the lookout.

"Someone needs to make a statement."

 "About the lookout?"

"The pooper scooper."

"Tanker took a dump."

"Sewage pond."

"You're shitting me."

"They had an incident."

A statement later, recorded well.
Spare a glance at the time.
“Oh shit! Briefing in two!”
Rolling chairs hit the walls.
Staplers fly across the hall.

The staplers’re broke!
Damn machines!”

Paperclips are used in their stead.

“Fix those, would you?”

“Come on—we’re late!”

Green shirts buttoned, boots neatly tied.
Bright pink laces tucked inside.
Bosses one, two, and three dash out the door.
Find the staples, put them in.
Leave a sticky on the tin.
Is that a stapler in the bin?
Why am I not surprised?
Turn back to Hal
To watch the show.
Which infrared?
Pick and go.
Is that my coffee by the scorpion?
It’s kind of cute, in a way.
I hope it’s dead like its friend
Ned, the camel spider.
Radio fizzles and cracks to life.
Dispatch understood, how, I don’t know.
Maybe cutout boss-four knows.

Do you know?”

No response from firefighter four.
I should sit, enjoy the quiet.
There’ll be thirteen heads in just a moment.
My coffee’s cold.
The baby’s back; I hear him coo.
Mother prints, waves, and runs.
Where’d my computer go?
I’d rather have Hal, I suppose.
My coffee’s cold.


Submitted: August 03, 2015

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Criss Sole

very original. I liked the layout.

Thu, August 6th, 2015 9:54am

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Thanks! I fully admit that I took a page from Robert Frost on the layout.

Thu, August 6th, 2015 6:24am

Mike Stevens

Very freaky, in a good way, and very enjoyable!

Fri, August 14th, 2015 9:56pm

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Thanks!

Fri, August 14th, 2015 2:57pm

Glenn Paul

If I got this it is a reporter. In any case the energy is great.

Sat, September 5th, 2015 7:48pm

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Thanks! This version doesn't have everything in it, but I didn't want to keep changing it on here, so...

Sat, September 5th, 2015 1:19pm

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