Domestic warmth
He seized the base of the disintegrated log basket and thrust it into the fire.
She urged him to move over so she could also watch the woven cane blacken in the flames, then she ran for the camera.
He remonstrated with her as she opened the door and fire roared back from the gust of air: We don’t want a chimney fire.
She laughed.
He said, Don’t be stupid. You’ll melt the camera.
She said, Melt, schmelt. and took another photo.
He slammed the door on the flames.
She went off to download her photos, and two days later turned life into art with a small a.
July 12th, 2009 at 8:14 pm
The winter drives us to such madness!
July 12th, 2009 at 11:24 am
Ooh, mind the irony! We do what we can in July to amuse ourselves…
July 11th, 2009 at 4:19 pm
Ah, life on the edge.