Before the irony became too much to bear, she said, “hand me that spoon.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’ll use that spoon to reflect that beam of sunlight onto that pile of straw.”

FIRE!

It was all happening very suddenly, but there was this infinitesimally short instant of calm, where he got the chance to reflect on the past, and watch a rerun of his entire life.

He didn’t expect it to fit within a fifty word story, though.