There was an outburst of “oohs” and “ahs” from the audience. But Deborah burst out crying. “Daddy, they’re on fire. You need to help them, Daddy.”
“No, sweetie,” her father said, giving a knowing glance to his wife, who was sitting on the other side of their daughter, “they’re not on fire. It’s done with lighting and costumes to make it look like that way, but it’s a trick. Isn’t it amazing?”
Relieved that no one was going to get hurt, Deborah stared in awe at the members of the troop. “I’m glad they’re not on fire, Daddy,” she said.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll.