by Paul Cude
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With the bonfire blazing in all its glory, the crowd, including Tank and Richie, were on their second countdown of the night, once again being led by the chairman of the sports club, who it had to be said, looked totally out of sorts. Despite missing Peter, the worry that entailed and the pain caused by inhaling the extremely cold air, both friends took great comfort from the giant bonfire, even though it was some distance away. Nobody seemed bored with yet another countdown, in fact the children seemed more excited this time round, probably something to do with the impending FIREWORKS!
"6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."
The squeal of rockets zooming into the air, followed by them bursting into supernovas, surrounded the crowd. That special firework smell that can only mean it's bonfire night, hung in the chilly air. Exploding arrays of colour lit up the sky above the lacrosse pitch and the bonfire on the ground beyond it. Bright blue, purple, orange, pink, green, yellow and red filled the air in almost every direction, thrilling not just the youngsters but the adults as well. Combined with that overwhelming sound, and the thick smell of cooked food, for most, it was the perfect winter's evening. As one, the crowd cheered, baying for more. Fireworks continued raining into the sky.
