One of the ways I rescue a totally arid brain is to go back to childhood. This story about my mother using gasoline to light our wood stove fits nicely into a small package. Oh, the horror on my father’s face when he discovered she’d been doing that—maybe I’ll write that story sometime.
Working Title: Morning Fire
1st Sentence: We were cold, we had been so cold all morning, and she couldn’t get the fire going.
Favorite Sentence: Goddess of Flame, Keeper of the Sun and Moon, Juno throwing her bolt of lightning.
Word Length: 441
Photo by Sebastian Ritter 1/2006.
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