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Sue Spitulnik

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Emma Won’t Tell

Tessa and Lexi were sitting on the far side of the bonfire so could see Michael cuddling Emma Blossom through the bay window. He laid his forehead against hers and his lips were moving. Had they been able to hear him…”My sweet baby girl who wants to hear a spooky story, I live one. I can feel feet I don’t have. My driver’s ghost keeps me company way too often and the tea kettle whistling or light flashes can cause me to drench my clothes with sweat in seconds. Your Grandma knows, and I don’t think you’ll tell anyone.”

Note: Michael is a 100 % disabled vet who lost his legs in a bomb blast in Afghanistan. Tessa is his significant other and Lexi is her daughter.

Written in response to Charli Mills October 22, 2020, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a spooky tale told around a campfire. It doesn’t have to include the campfire; it can be the tale. Go where the prompt leads!

Campfire Necessity

S’mores used to be made around a campfire or bonfire in the back yard if you lived in the country. They were, and still are, a staple as an evening snack at Boy and Girl Scout, church, and 4-H camps. But times change, city homes now have movable fire pits in the yard and S’mores can be enjoyed anywhere. Once when my children were small we toasted marshmallows over a candle and enjoyed  S’mores at the kitchen table. Continue reading “Campfire Necessity”

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