Charlli at the carrot ranch challenges us once more this week in 99 words Tell a story around a camp fire to join or read 🔜.presshere🔚
Aound the fire after an emotional day. The five of us together, Mum and us Sisters. We were at the river burning dad’s unwanted hoardings, his scraps and receipts from fifty five, long before any of his girls were alive. There were cards, from Fathers day’s past, faded barely distinguishable now. We read the ones we could, they were his hidden memories that belonged to the breeze. One from me to my dad, a picture of a cat we never had, a name, a smudge of a kiss greasy where my lips pressed that day long before he passed.
It is funny how a fire can evoke memories, and stories they can be the centre of occasions. Men and their burnings, barbecue’s, Autumn leaves, scouts, cubs, marshmallows and toffee apples on sticks, fun dance and fond goodbyes. When and what was your stand out fire I would love to hear… in the comments please, I get back with a quip pretty quick. 😀 😂 😁