Fiction

Still August Nights

[originally published by Burnt Pine Magazine, no. 5, 28.02.2019]

Do you remember when we set the campfire in the summer? The six of us, too much cider, and I was the stranger amongst old friends because I’d barely left the city lights and everything was alien. The fire was all smoke, and heat we didn’t need in the still-bright sun, but we were celebrating new starts, the end of the season.

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