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| Friday Fictioneers prompt for September 5, 2014 ©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields |
We sat by the campfire and we were
all taken in by the cacophonous crackle of capricious combustion. John told inappropriate
jokes that were utterly obfuscated by one too many horizontal meters of beer –
which is to say one horizontal meter of beer. My knees burned because they were
somehow, through the contorted way I sat on the camping chair, the closest part
of my body to the flames. Tired of John’s incoherent babbling, I contemplated how
a few inches can reduce the heat exponentially and how my own hands could be
used as a heat shield; as if I just discovered that
q = ε σ (Th4 - Tc4) Ac.
q = ε σ (Th4 - Tc4) Ac.
I.R., She would be more comfortable a bit back from that fire. Common sense needs to be used. I think she's beginning to see that. Well written. : ) ---Susan
ReplyDeleteDear Irrational Realist, 'Too Close for Comfort' comes to mind. She should move back more than that. John will probably pass out any moment - unless he has a violent side. Good story! Nan :)
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