Bare, revisited

Fire, small and mean, spits at me, its red darting flames just like my daughter’s tongue when it protrudes from her mouth to scorn me. I scowl back. Fistfuls of smoke pour over the cauldron; howling winds grab the steam and fling it out on the high prairie beyond the grove of trees encircling me. […]



“Do you trust me?” I smiled as these words reverberated in the deepest reaches of my mind, stirring my spirit as wind whipped sand. I lifted myself from its prone position, squinting against the fiery sunrise while brushing away bits of granite and moss. I replaced the lens cap of my Canon, stuffed it back […]