It was the Fourth of July in Fort Worth, Texas – and my brother Richard felt like playing a joke on our younger sister Ella. She played in the backyard while Richard carefully approached her from behind.
His tiptoed steps were perfectly stealth as he pulled the black cat firecracker and match from his pocket. Its stem was long – and Ella didn’t hear the match strike.
Richard’s lips curved more and more into a Grinch-like smile as he moved closer and touched the flame against the stem.
It was perfect – except Richard forgot to release the firecracker.
While he savored the scent of the burning gunpowder the flame moved up the stem and into the stock.
Two black cats.
The other loud...
And one hand exploded open.