Tag: campfire sessions

  • Campfire Sessions — 17apr25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    There is no preamble when they arrive, not even the fluttering of wings to announce their presence. Just:

    You are a fool, Raven says.

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  • Campfire Sessions — 12apr25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    Back to the campfire…

    It the shadows and glow of the flickering ruddy flames, he looks gaunt, grey, and emaciated as he approaches and sits down. His hair, what remains on his taut pate, is a dirty white and as withered as he — scraggly, sparse and I can see more skin than hair.

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  • Campfire Sessions — 06 apr 25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    It’s time to be off, they said.

    There was not much left of the once-long stick I had been using to poke at the dying embers for a spell. Each time I poked, bright orange sparks would jump from the rippling ruby coals. For no particular reason, doing so brought me a flash of joy.

    I have always been a firebug. Maybe that was why.

    I turned to Raven, their feathers ruddy in the glow of the remains of my campfire. Off where? I asked.

    You know, they said.

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