Blowtorch

Blue. Orange. Green. 
Wielding a blowtorch, he thinks he can't be seen. 
A smell permeated the air. 
The smell of burn metal and burnt hair. 

I nearly gag and a chill runs down my back 
I note that my senses are out of whack. 
I hope he doesn't know I'm hiding here 
Though all he needs to do is just peer. 

So there's an air-con repair guy in my room and he's burning up things and I'm afraid he's just going to drop the blowtorch and burn the house to crisp. And I'll be trapped. Unless I jump out the window.

Best thing is that he's speaking Chinese and he's talking to his mates about me and he thinks I don't understand?? Great. Do I still not look Chinese?? zzz