The café was humming. The place was packed.
The Mattles were seated near the front of the café. There party of six were celebrating their mother’s seventieth birthday.
For a surprise they had arranged with the chef to provide her with a fiery Bomb Alaska.
When the appointed time arrived they sat back in expectation of the dessert.
The chef made a grand entry, the café hushed as the flaming dessert was paraded from the kitchen.
As he reached the table he tripped on a dropped a banana smoothy. He fell forward, the dessert landed with a thud, the top exploded, flames went everywhere, there was panic, the mother was in flames, the table was a scene of chaos, the café patrons stampeded to the door, knocking over tables and causing more table clothes to catch fire.
In the general mayhem people fled with clothes alight, café fixtures went up in flames, the sprinkler system failed to activate, the chef ran for his life with his treasured cook books and in the shortest of time the café was in ruins, the seventieth party was a shambles with the mother being rushed to hospital. The Bomb Alaska had lived up to its name.
Morpethroad 
Fabulous!
Thank Andree.
Lots of destruction within you, I’d guess.
Well it’s all made up fun Dell.
I was going to quip that that’s one way to get rid of grandma….
Well yes maybe there’s an inheritance do you think?
Won’t do much good if there’s not plenty of fire/medical insurance to cover damages, eh?
*snort* – now let’s see – that’s the second one in as many days!
roflmbo — yeah, so I *shouldn’t* be laughing – but how can I help myself, when you have taken such a crazy and wild ride with this?
Well done Michael – great way to let loose and just write – from the “darker” side – which, really, is no big deal after all. 😉
I see you’re up to all challenges and now I know why, you’re very good.
Ah Karl you are very kind….thank you so much for stopping by….