Flash Fiction: Rescue

“Okay, are you sure about this? I know the act needs to be realistic, but using real fire is bound to be dangerous. I am not so sure.”

Dale clicked his tongue.

“See Karen, you are quite safe. The fire will be lit around you, at a safe distance. You won’t even feel the heat.”

Karen rolled her eyes, and continued studying the receipt.

“I seriously doubt that. Okay, I get what the diesel is for. What is the point of the coke?”

“Ah! Good question. In order to simulate the force of a water hose, we will shake the cans and spray the coke on the fire. That will extinguish the flames.

Karen raised an eyebrow.

“Umm..okay. And what is the mint for?”

Dale coughed.

“When the heroic fireman, that’s me, rescues the damsel in distress, that’s you, she shows him her appreciation. I wanted it to taste fresh.”

Karen let out at an exasperated scream.

“Okay, that’s it! Manager! I quit. There is no way I am going to be a part of this play.”

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Word Count: 172

Prompt:

Fractured Faith Flash Fiction Challenge 3