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What Writing Often Feels Like

In by Chris on October 5, 2011 at 11:26 am

Plodding over from my half-erected tent, I asked a group of neighboring campers, “Got a light?”

A robust campfire projected deep oranges onto their faces. “Nah, sorry man,” they said.

I needed my cigarette, and I gazed doubtfully out at the darkening campground. An idea hit me. “What if…” I crouched and offered the end of the cigarette to the fire.

“Don’t burn yourself!” they said, laughing.

A flame flashed out at me, and I recoiled, finger hair singed clean off.

“Here,” one of them said, “what if you put it on this marshmallow stick and lit it that way?”

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