This is my new idea, I hope it doesn't suck too much and any criticism (Or praise) is welcome!
Epilogue:
It snowed the day the boy was burnt, ironic really.
An accident, they said much later, but he was there when it happened and knew it was his fault. It was his parent's anniversary and he just wanted to do something nice. A cake, 9 year old him decided, a cake was the perfect thing to make for his parents.
I think it is safe to assume that the boy had no idea what he was doing, for 5 minutes into the making the kitchen as well as the boy were covered in flour and eggs, but he refused to give up and with a stare of fierce determination he kept stirring until the sloppy mess of dough began melding into a somewhat edible substance.
Satisfied with the results, he placed it in a platter, careful not to make more of a mess than he had already made and popped it into the oven. Just as he was about to light the flame, the boy's eye caught sight of an ivory glint. He turned his eyes to the window and squealed in excitement at the prospect of a snow day. He rushed for a better look, eyes wide and innocent as his eyes drank up the silvery flakes that fell from the sky.
That morning, a certain woman was awoken to a sound of wonder "Mummy, Mummy, come quick, come see!" It was her son's voice. It was filled with a shrill excitement and glee that bounced along the walls loudly with an intensity that brought a carefree grin to the mother's face "Mummy, hurry up, wake up!"
She opened her eyes to a bright green ceiling in a bed covered with a mess of tangled blankets and sheets. She wasn't a messy sleeper so it must have been her son, crawling into her bed at night to be with her. She knew because it wasn't her husband, who had worked the night shift last night and was probably asleep on his desk, having worked himself into a comma. That man never knew when to stop.
"MOMMA! Come ON!" Her thoughts were stopped by the same voice, her son's patience having run thin he screamed up the stairs crazily "Before it stops!"
Knowing how little time was left before her son worked himself into hysterics, she thundered down the stairs with genuine enthusiasm, excited to see what had made her son so eager to wake her.
A soft grey light shone down on the boys face, revealing eyes full of bright awe, and a smile so wide it lit him even brighter.
"What's out there?" She asked softly as she followed him into the shine of the daylight. But her son didn't answer, only continued to gaze mesmerised out the window.
She froze when she saw the white flakes, a small smile playing at her lips as she watched them swirling and dancing, curling up and over each other, flitting up before flowing back down again.
"Wow" She breathed, although it was just snow, she revelled in the childish glee that she had neglected herself of ever since her husband had decided he wanted to try for Sherriff, "How wonderful" She grinned, putting her hand on the boys shoulder, not even noticing the mess of the kitchen since her eyes were completely mesmerised by the jewels that fell from the sky slowly and elegantly.
However, in his hurry to reach the window, neither noticed the gas that was being released into the room. The unlighted oven began emitting a silent and invisible poison that was as deadly as it was quiet.
Sniff Sniff "What's that smell?" the mother asked, gazing curiously at her sons face
"Oh no" He gasped, "I didn't light the oven to finish my cake"
"Oh that's alright dear," she mused "I'll go turn it on now"
The boy went back to his watchful post, letting the smile play at his lips as he let the soft sound of his mothers' humming lull him into a peaceful state.
Said woman was swaying her hips angelically, trying to avoid the random splotches of egg, flour and milk assorting around the room. Grabbing the box of matches from the counter she scratched the red tip of the stick across the rough side of the box.
And with that match came the flame that ruined a little boy's life.