The sun had started to set. But the merriment had only grown larger. For the big event was just on the horizon. People of all ages were itching for the explosion of colored lights in the air. 

 Uncle John, a favorite among the kids, had gained a trail of small children crowding behind him as he went out to his car. He opened the trunk door and had to shoo tiny hands away from the giant firework package that he had brought. I was filled with small smoke bombs, Roman candles, sparklers, and many different types of rockets and fountains that no one had ever seen. He held it over his head and grinned as he brought it over to the table. 

Meanwhile, Bob and the others were clearing their cars from the driveway and moved them farther into the surrounding street. The mothers and fathers had to hold onto their rowdy children, like puppies on a leash.

As he was preparing the firecrackers for the show, Uncle John sprouted a confused look on his face.

“What’s wrong John?” Bob had said. 

“It’s open. I don’t remember opening them. I had just bought them before coming here.” replied John.

“Huh, well maybe it ripped on a piece of metal in your trunk,” Bob said, trying to sound rational.

John rubbed his head.

 Suddenly from across the lawn, shouted Sharon.

“Honey, where’s Jimmy?”

Then a large red flash of light followed by a loud boom sound was heard from the top floor of the house. 

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