snick. snick. snick. snick. I’d been told to throw the lighter in the trash, not to play with it because fire is bad. It couldn’t be all bad though, right? Man had invented fire for a reason, and I was… Read More »The Fisher of Stories
snick. snick. snick. snick. I’d been told to throw the lighter in the trash, not to play with it because fire is bad. It couldn’t be all bad though, right? Man had invented fire for a reason, and I was… Read More »The Fisher of Stories
snick. snick. snick. snick. I’d been told to throw the lighter in the trash, not to play with it because fire is bad. It couldn’t be all bad though, right? Man had invented fire for a reason, and I was… Read More »Upon the burning of a scrub brush