What follows is offered in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is "Burn".
Charlie Keller waited for the people in the house to turn out the lights and go to sleep. He waited in the bushes, where he could see and not be seen, as he fingered the small box of wooden matches in his pocket.
He was used to waiting. He'd waited through wasted years of treatment, through ages behind locked doors, through daily doses of meds handed to him in little white cups.
He had to wait a little longer.
The shed was old. Dry tinder surrounding things like yard utensils, lawn mowers ... and gas ... and soon ... he'd make it bu-u-u-u-r-r-r-r-n.