Today’s submission to the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt is courtesy of Claire Fuller.
Looking back, John probably regretted ignoring the sign out front.
His mistake was to think that safety signs were the brainchild of some busybody stuck inside an office. How was John to know it was fumigation day.
John’s predecessor had made that same mistake, lighting up as he always did under the ventilation shaft. One moment he was standing there, enjoying his first puff of the day. The next, his cigarette was a blazing tube of fury, igniting everything in it’s path. Indiscriminate, the flames set alight a nearby woodpile; to be met with gasps from those nearby, alongside shouts to evacuate the workshop.
Standing outside, John tried to look inconspicuous. Probably not the best way to start a new job.