Reflecting On a Campfire of Many Years Ago
Sitting around the campfire the girls roasted marshmallows putting them between two graham crackers with a slab of Heresy’s chocolate … somemores!
The smell of the burning wood and marshmallows filled the air with their sweet and acrid summer smells. The last days of summer.
One girl began to tell a ghost story. The others pretended to be afraid of the dark shadows that seemed to bend closer to hear the tale.
A flash of lightning and a rumble of thunder announced an approaching storm. Though there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
School would begin on Monday.
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brings back some of my own school memories 🙂
Cheers,
Ankush,
Catch my story on http://wheneveridontgetbored.blogspot.in/2014/09/fireflies.html
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Glad it brought back memories! 🙂
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I like the idea of the shadows bending closer to hear the tale – great imagery. And a really minor point… in this line: ‘The smell of the burning wood and marshmallows filled the air with their sweet and acrid summer smells.’ I wonder if acrid should come before sweet to echo the fact that wood comes before marshmallows?
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Thanks…an interesting point you’ve made … hadn’t thought about that point! Thanks for your thoughts.
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Dear Georgia,
I loved the feel of this and metaphor of the approaching storm, ie school. At least that’s how I saw it. 😉 Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle … I like your interpretation very much. 🙂
Ciao, Georgia
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Always the unhappy ending — storms looming on the lazy days of summer – lost in innocence and play – well done and interesting use of images to convey a sense of bonding and friendship. 🙂
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Thanks … interesting to see this interpretation … thanks for sending it along! 🙂
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Nice use of the approaching storm as metaphor for school starting. I enjoyed school, so I didn’t feel that way as much, but there’s always something a little sad about summer ending.
janet
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I too loved school … the approaching storm could be interpreted as the end of summer and beginning of autumn. So both are good interpretations. Thanks Janet for dropping by. Georgia.
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Georgia, I enjoyed that pleasant story. By the end of summer vacation, I was usually ready for school to start. The good description placed us at the fireside with the girls. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
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Thanks Susan … used to be a girl scout and loved the last campout of the year 🙂 the photo brought back the memories.
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A nice end to summer. PLUS!!! I love storms. Thanks for a lovely tale.
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You’re very welcome!love your story too!
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