003. Fire
The boys had been heaping it high all week, and now it burned. Brighter and higher than any before it. The devil himself couldn’t make a better bonfire.
Her face burned, while her back was ice cold from the November frost. She felt his eyes behind her.
“Not bad, eh? Pretty big.” He joined her on the rock.
“I’ve seen bigger.”
He grinned, with his perfect, crooked smile.
“I was going up over the cliff to get some sticks for marshmallows. Want to get away from the heat for a while?”
The reflection of the flames danced in his eyes.
A/N: This takes place on Guy Fawkes Night, for anyone who isn't familiar with it. Remember, remember the Fifth of November.
Her face burned, while her back was ice cold from the November frost. She felt his eyes behind her.
“Not bad, eh? Pretty big.” He joined her on the rock.
“I’ve seen bigger.”
He grinned, with his perfect, crooked smile.
“I was going up over the cliff to get some sticks for marshmallows. Want to get away from the heat for a while?”
The reflection of the flames danced in his eyes.
A/N: This takes place on Guy Fawkes Night, for anyone who isn't familiar with it. Remember, remember the Fifth of November.