"Is that what I think it is?"
(she slams the oven door and grabs the bottle rocket out of the boys hand. She throws it toward the window but it bounces off the screen and lands amid the other fireworks.)
"Is that cherry pie?"
(she opens the oven and grabs the pie. It's hot and she nearly drops it but manages to set it on the floor.)
"Yes. That was a close one."
(a chain reaction of fire work sparklers light up the kitchen. Small popping sounds and Gilles. She grabs the boys hand and leads him in a gallop out of the kitchen. They both narrowly miss stepping in the pie on the way out. As soon as they are gone the whole kitchen explodes.)
"Shhhhh."
(She returns with a fire extinguisher and gets the exploding fireworks out. It's a mess. She picks up the miraculously in tact pie and carries it out. Wisps of smoke float gently around the kitchen. Pause.)
"Delicious."
-- douglas brent smith
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Context:
Written from a scene prompt, page 337 from "The Playwright's Handbook" by Stuart Spencer.
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