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Wild Woman Campfire

The ominous presence of something evil that was felt but not eye-seen brought a presage of doom to the already spooky-feeling bonfire in the woods. The campfire which had been glowing and popping and snorting oranges and yellows, was rapidly turning into an ugly, smudgy gray and black mess. My friends’ faces were starting to look creepy, lit only by the silly jack-o-lantern light up necklaces Linda had purchased at the Dollar Store on her way to the forest. I have a weird feeling, Marcia said. I don’t! Linda promptly yelled. The rest of us giggled, nervously. I glanced behind me, expecting a werewolf, keeping Silent, afraid fear could draw the mysterious “it” closer. We sat in silence, listening to the last pops of the fire, staring, conversation at a standstill. Things that we had been hyena-laughing about a few hours ago, had faded from my memory now. I was feeling tired, and when I get that way, I sometimes get mean, so I wisely shut my cookie-hole. I wished they were going home, but I was the one who had invited them to sleep in tents with me, so it was my fault they were staying. Things felt somber, cold. Jacque was the first to make her way to the pup tent with our sleeping bags, which I hoped Did not have any snakes in them yet. Linda and Marcia told her good-night. I had a weird feeling, so I jumped up just as Jacque reached the tent. “Wait!” I said. Everyone laughed, as this was so like me. The next morning, when Jacque could not be wakened, they looked at me with suspicion, like I was the cause. It was our last campfire.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 10/3/2018 5:42:00 AM
"hyena-laughing"; surely that scared the snakes away? Although it might draw the werewolves. Did you wear your werewolf spray for protection? This was a wonderful, funny piece; I enjoyed the read.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/3/2018 6:59:00 AM
I do not have any werewolf spray left.
Date: 10/2/2018 9:10:00 PM
Suspenseful, eerie ending! Nicely done! ;)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/3/2018 7:00:00 AM
Thank you Rhona. I took a lot of poetic license.
Date: 10/2/2018 6:49:00 PM
Expertly woven poem, Caren. Light-hearted frivolous fun mixed w/heavy, soul-serious campfire situation. Well-written poem, my dear friend. Love and joy always.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/2/2018 7:15:00 PM
Thank you so much. I call these my "wild women campfires" and I have them a lot. We are about as wild a wallpaper, but our laughing is a scary unified cackle.