How the Sparks Fly

the phone rang. it was her cousin. after a breif conversation she hurried out of the house and drove off.

it was just after midnight on a cold fall night when three people stepped outside with a camera, a tripod, and 16 packages of sparklers. they would all rather be warm in bed.

he wanted to do his extra credit assignment. light painting is what the instructor called it.

3 cigarettes and 2 packages of sparklers later, this is what arian got...