It was starting to get dark. After she had polished off[11] another glass, she started thinking about the fireworks again. She went outside and retrieved[12] the box from the bin. She returned to the kitchen to examine the contents more carefully. There was all the usual stuff, a catherine wheel, a couple of fountains, a jack-in-the-box and two or three rockets.[13] As she lifted them out, a note fell to the floor. On it, he had written,
To my love rocket
You fill my sky with light
Love, R
She put the fireworks back in the box and went out into the garden.
She set up the catherine wheel on the back gatepost. She twisted his note into a long thin strip and put a match to it. It burned slowly, just like a real taper[14]. She lit the fuse and within seconds the catherine wheel started to spin.[15] Sparks flew off into the darkness. Soon, a child appeared at the fence.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Celebrating.”
Then she lit the jack-in-the-box and it bounced and fizzed[16] across the lawn. The little girl got scared and moved back. After a while, she was joined by more inquisitive visitors, as some of the neighbours gathered at the fence.
“Where did you get fireworks at this time of year?”
“What’s all this for?”
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