Taking Chances
I held the charred remains of something dear to me. Last glowing sparks from the fire catapulted towards the night sky, disappearing upon impact.
“Have more wine,” my friends encouraged. “You’ll sleep easier.”
I took the bottle, poured a glassful. Considered my next move with every sip. What if this happens again? Can I take more defeat?
We sat at the scene of the blaze. The nearby forest receded into a thickening mist. I removed that which once was from my clasp and attached another to the end of my skewer.
Toasting marshmallows over a campfire need not be complicated.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She resides in Edmonton, Canada with her husband and stuffed animals and many friends.
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