100-word flash fiction - Burst

Here it is, in 100 words, a sliver of flash fiction. I hope you enjoy:

I’m on the front porch of my boyhood home, lighting off bottle rockets.

It’s incredibly late. Or freakishly early. Anyway, whatever.

Dad’s inside. Dying. Of cancer. The aggressive kind.

I’m drinking whiskey.

I blaze the fuses with the tip of a cigar. Wait for the fuse to burn down just so.

Then toss the rocket skyward.

With each burst, I take a drink.

Then repeat the entire process. I’ve been doing this for hours.

Dad appears at the screen door. He’s mildly annoyed, I can tell.

“Get your ass in here. I’ve things to tell you. Before it’s too late.”