he lights the sticks…

he lights the sticks they’d gathered

they are brittle, perfect now

they flame as planned

 

what is the occasion? she whispered

these were for emergency

 

i’m cold, he said

and leaving here tomorrow

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©EBFay

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EB Fay also writes at ebfaytobias.wordpress.com and ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com

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