She picked up the colorful package near the checkout aisle. It had at least ten different types of fireworks inside the cellophane, each in its own brightly colored wrapping. Some of the wrapping had writing on it – one of the packages said “snakes.” She wondered how you could make snakes out of a firework. Were they the poisonous ones? Did you have to feed them and make them your pets after they were born from the flames?
She knew what sparklers were – mom had bought her some of those last summer. She enjoyed running around with the fizzing stick as it spit off bright tongues of flame…but it didn’t last long enough, and it didn’t make a scary noise. She wanted to see what the snakes looked like, and she wanted to know what the thing that looked like a rocket did when you set it off. Mom wouldn’t want to buy this package of fireworks though…it would be a waste of money. It would be almost like setting your money on fire, she supposed. Except setting money on fire didn’t sound as exciting.
She knew that her dad would have bought them if he were around. Dad wouldn’t have had the money to spend, but he would have found it anyway. She thought that maybe this is what fathers were supposed to do – initiate their kids into the wonders of fireworks. She suspected she could walk down the street tonight and she would see dozens of dads lighting fireworks with their kids. Maybe she could watch, and see what the snake fireworks did.
With a sigh, she carefully put the fascinating package back on the shelf and went to find her mom. She knew it would be time to head home soon.