I met my best friend while putting out a fire, or so I thought. Smoke was coming from my neighbor’s cellar. I ran over and felt the door. It wasn’t hot, so I figured I could handle it and be a hero. Their hose was nearby. I went over, turned it on, threw the door open and wildly sprayed that water.
“What the hell!” someone shouted.
I never saw that girl sitting on the steps. There she was though, hair stuck to her face, mascara running and a broken-wet cigarette dangling from her mouth. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Something funny?” she yelled.
“Aren’t you a little young…” I started to say.
“I’m twelve, thank you!” she said angrily while moving the hair out of her eyes. “My name’s Happiness too. If you got something to say about that, I’ll kick your ass.”
“No.” I smiled. “I think we’re good.”
This was inspired by: M3 Flash Challenge
Word: HAPPINESS
Word Limit: 150
My word count: 150
Articles of Absurdity 
Once had that same thing happen, but with a bbq grill, not a cigarette.
Yours had a better punchline.
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Is that how you met your buddy?
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This is really creative. Great imagination.
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Thanks so much. I’m glad you enjoyed the flash, which I think I should expland on.
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I am giggling now. I started a year earlier and no one every tried to douse me with a hose, suspect though had my mom had that much imagination she might have.
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And….Some people are very fond of the wet look. Tres chic.
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Thanks for the laugh!
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Anytime ginger.
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Great story, i hope your friendship lasts a long time.
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