Wednesday, 18 May 2016

Camp writing

Darkness surrounds us and fences us in.

I evolved as I leapt away from the darkness and into the light of the kitchen.

 Kids scattered from the field and piled into the kitchen.

The  dim room flickers of candlelight as the cake arrived to the room.

The Iced cake was slobbered over the side of the plate.

The bellow of kids singing fills the room and echoes.

As I blow out the candles, the aroma of smoke swept through the room.


I cut open the cake as i took the first piece out the icing fell into the gap that it left.


   

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