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.