Post Office by Charles Bukowski

“This is presented as a work of fiction and dedicated to nobody”
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"‘Oh Shit!’
The flame grew rapidly. I took a catalogue and, holding it flat, I beat the shit out of it. Sparks flew. It was hot. As soon as I put out one section, another caught up.
I heard a voice:
‘Hey! I smell fire!’
‘YOU DON’T SMELL FIRE,’ I yelled, ‘YOU SMELL SMOKE!’”

-Charles Bukowski