“I don’t understand,” said Doctor Z. He cruised in his powered chair to stop beside Police Chief Dennehy. “She was supposed to be relaxing!”
“I know,” said Dennehy, watching the firemen put the last of the house fire out.
“We did everything to ensure FlameGirl’s mutant power wasn’t activated by stress.”
“You did your best,” sighed Dennehy.
“We put her in this sleepy town. She only had Disney Channel. She was surrounded by soft colors, plush toys, positive affirmations, and Chamomile tea.”
“It should’ve worked.”
“I know. What happened?”
Dennehy shrugged. “She still had to file her taxes.”
Gawd, am I glad my taxes are finally done. Ugh! Each week, the Friday Fictioneers join to de-stress and imagine flash fiction stories from a photo prompt. This is my version answering the photo by Roger Bultot above. Look here to find more: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/04/15/17-april-2015/