So many days, so many years have past since I have been down this road. Where does it lead, you say? Well, to the back roads of my memories.
On this particular occasion, it is leading to a stream well off the beaten track. A place where picnics and laughter abound. Friends and family gather to eat, play and have meaningful conversations.
It is also the scene where a tragedy was averted. Picture this if you will.
A group of children running, laughing, splashing in the stream. Soon it is time to settle down and eat. Afterwards a camp fire is built. Sitting down Indian-style the children begin the time-honored tradition of roasting marshmallows. The burnt, gooey sweetness dribbles down chins and hands making for a very sticky situation.
After consuming the marshmallows it was back to the stream to wash up. But, no, the tragedy was not averted here. No one fell in and was swept away. All wet and giggling the children run back to the fire to dry off.
One young girl had her back to the fire, when a breeze swept by lifting her long hair into the air and into the fire. Yes, you guessed it. Her hair caught on fire. Thanks to the fast reaction of all who were there the fire was put out and no injury sustained, except possibly the little girl's pride.
Now it is time to head back to the road and return to the present leaving another memory for another road and another day.
5 comments:
Wonderful story Tink. You are a great writer.
What a great story. Thanks for sharing your writing with us.
Great story! I can smell the burning hair! Glad nobody was badly hurt!
Love your descriptive writing! Thanks for playing along :)
Holy cats, that story gave me chills. Well written, and quite evocative.
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