They sat together by the fire. The sun was just setting in front of them. The end of a long day.
He chuckled. “You were too young for me.”
She rolled her eyes and dared a half smile.
“You were too old for me.”
“Did it matter?”
“Not to me.”
She poked at the fire furiously. The conversation was slow moving, but she really wished it would just stop.
Suddenly his form was dimmer. He was fading. Night had fallen. Still she could feel the presence of others lurking in the shadows behind her. They grew stronger and more angry. She poked at the fire one last time before she stood and turned. Hot air blasted her face, but she did not close her eyes to the heat. No, it was time to face them.
She smiled. “Hello, assholes.”
Her demons smiled back. Until the sun made it’s way back above the hills she was theirs. Let the fun begin
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