“Come on!”
“You can do it!
I hated their cat calls. This was the first time they had allowed me to light the barbecue. I concentrated, any mistake would be dreadful.
“Go for it!”
“Nothing to it, Jenny!”
“Just do it!”
I concentrated fiercely. The barbecue grill stood seven feet away, the coals ready, piled on top of some crushed paper. Lighting it should have been child’s play.
It wasn’t.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and mentally went through the instructions once again. This time, I would do it. I breathed out. “Now.”
WOOOOOSH! BOOOOOOM!
My eyes flew open just in time to see a huge fireball reduce the barbecue grill to a twisted heap of charred metal.
