Another story I started a while ago and never finished. In fact, I didn't really want to finish it. Just as well, because when I came back to it yesterday I saw it differently.

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While reading Grug and the Meringue in her nice and lovely sitting room, BANG! Mary exploded.

Frank put down his paint roller and walked into the living room to find out what had made the noise.
The chair where Mary had been sitting was on fire. The blackened wallpaper behind it was peeling off as it incinerated. In the chair sat a charred skeleton.
Frank reached for the phone, to call triple 0. The phone was melted.
He went outside, to his van, and made the call on his mobile.

‘Very strange, Mr Fisher,’ said the head fire fighter. ‘Only ever heard of a couple of other case like this. Both in Spinal Tap. Happens all the time apparently. Can’t be explained.’
‘But… but that was my wife!’ said Frank. ‘She was just sitting there reading!’

That night, Frank couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned for hours. He got up and headed through the nice and lovely sitting room, toward the clean and respectable bathroom. As he walked over the burnt floor something in the nice and lovely living room caught his eye. Sitting in the charred armchair, reading Grug and the Meringue, was Mary!

It was all just a horrible dream! thought Frank. Then he realised that everything was still burnt.
‘Mary!’ said Frank.
‘What?’ she asked, looking up and irritated.
‘But you exploded!’ said Frank.
‘It’s alright,’ said Mary. ‘Just finishing my book. I’d just got up to the good bit’
‘Oh, that’s alright then,’ said Frank with a sigh of relief.

Frank went back to bed and fell asleep.