Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Daily Story 288 - Vuur
My older brother used to be a bit of a pyromaniac. There was a time when I was young, and I went down to the first floor of our old duplex to see what my brother was up to, and he was playing with incense. Another time, or perhaps the same time, he set off the fire alarm in our house. My mother also seems to recall an incident where my brother and his cousin started a fire beneath the balcony where my mother and aunt were enjoying the evening.