Our Willie studied chemistry, but Willie is no more.
What he took for H2O was H2SO4.
(can't remember who wrote that)
Blame
It crackled.
And then it sputtered.
Then it died.
She tapped it with her foot.
It spat out sparks, popped and spat out more sparks.
It then made a "phoo" kind of sound.
Smoke rose from the battered body of the radio.
"So much for that."
"He's going to be very unhappy," she said. "That was his favorite radio."
"And whose idea was it to bring it?" he said.
"Yours," she replied flatly.
"Oh, right."
"He's going to kill us."
"What's going on here?" Dark Ace looked down at the smoking object on the ground. "Why is my radio a smoldering heap of metal?"
The siblings grinned sheepishly. Dark Ace glared.
(hours later)
They each dropped their half of the money to buy the new radio onto the counter. That was one expensive radio.
Ravess glared at her brother. "I'm blaming you for this."
"It's not my fault!" he yelled.
"I didn't say it was your fault," she replied coolly. "I said I was blaming you for it."
Snipe grimaced. Sisters…hmph….
fin
Random. It spawned off something my dad said. I blame him.
