I picked up a few sticks, about the thickness of my thumb. I gently stacked them on top of each other, pyramid-like, I carefully reached for some more sticks, the thickness of a pencil, and leaned them up against the pyramid. I grabbed some twigs, the thickness of a piece of pencil lead, and added those to the structure. Taking some lint and leaves, I placed them under the lean-to.
I reached for the lighter, placing its small tear-drop of flame next to the lint, watching it spread and hearing the small pops as it consumed the leaves.
I blew gently on the fire, giving it the breath of life, letting it spread to the twigs, the sticks. Tongues of flame licked the larger sticks. The fire crackled like a witch. I felt its warmth overtake me. Closing my eyes, I sat there basking in the comfort. The little flame sat there, a beacon in the night.
Was this a cub scout outing or do you have bonfires on the regular?
ReplyDeleteAfter reading The Lord of the Flies, I realized that there are some basic survival skill that I might want to acquire, lighting a fire is one of them.
I don't do cub scouts. That's for kids up to fifth grade. It wasn't a bonfire either.It was more like a small fire, something similar to lighting a few leaves and twigs on fire. Sorry for the confusion.
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