Clyde had come to the city all fired-up, but the harsh reality of life had set fire to his dreams, till they had all burnt down to a cinder.
But now, the time had finally come for him to take-off.
Clyde straightened up as he heard footsteps approaching. He could not afford to get fired.
Breathless with anticipation, he willed all the noise from outside to disappear.
As the countdown clock in his head said ONE, Clyde shut his eyes…..and the last word that he heard before he went flying through the roof of the circus was- FIRE!
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99 words.
Written as a part of Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge April 4 2019.
The word provided by Charli this week as a prompt was: FIRE.
jagahdilmein 
What a take off! hahaha … I’ve really enjoyed this one! well done 🙂
And so the human cannon ball was born.. Lovely tale!
You’re not just clowning around with this one. It ends with a bang.
I did not see that job execution coming!
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Wasn’t clowning around was he? 🙂