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The wood crackled in anticipation, spewing sparks into the night. Lance stared into the glowing embers, and with a sip of vodka, he began another story. This one was grim but hopeful—a tale of a battle nearly lost. “We spent days in the trenches, surrounded; the enemy was closing in, but my man didn’t lose hope, just like we cannot lose one now!” he exclaimed, waiting for the audible reply.
Only the campfire answered.
“…right,” Lance said, watching the empty seats around the fire. There was no battalion anymore.
He sighed, taking another sip, he ignored the enemy’s steps echoing through the woods.
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When I learned of his betrayal, I packed up my sleeping bag and the rest of my gear and left. I needed to be alone and I knew the forest would keep my secrets.
That night, I stared into the campfire, watching memories of the past and dreams of the future flickering away into embers. I fed the flames with his love letters, his photographs, his promises, and all my hopes.
When the night is over, the detritus of our life together will be nothing more than ashes, and my broken heart will turn to stone and love no more.
When Vinny and Little Paul blew a tire in the woods with no cell service they didn’t despair despite no spare and the howling of the wolves.
Vin set a campfire confidently asserting it would keep the predators away.
“You know this because…?”
“Last time I visited Uncle Cheech upstate they had a nature show on in the waiting area.”
What the program didn’t show was that while bathing in tawdry cologne may be an effective repellent to the ladies in the clubs on Bensonhurst Avenue, it was catnip to canis lupus, a pack of which approached with bad intentions.
When I learned of his betrayal, I packed up my sleeping bag and the rest of my gear and left. I needed to be alone and I knew the forest would keep my secrets.
That night, I stared into the campfire, watching memories of the past and dreams of the future flickering away into embers. I fed the flames with his love letters, his photographs, his promises, and all my hopes.
When the night is over, the detritus of our life together will be nothing more than ashes, and my broken heart will turn to stone and love no more.
When Vinny and Little Paul blew a tire in the woods with no cell service they didn’t despair despite no spare and the howling of the wolves.
Vin set a campfire confidently asserting it would keep the predators away.
“You know this because…?”
“Last time I visited Uncle Cheech upstate they had a nature show on in the waiting area.”
What the program didn’t show was that while bathing in tawdry cologne may be an effective repellent to the ladies in the clubs on Bensonhurst Avenue, it was catnip to canis lupus, a pack of which approached with bad intentions.