30 Cubed – The Children

Victoria Adams' Reading Alcove

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The youth played with the stick in his hand. Poking the campfire in front of him while watching the flames dance in the evening air. It felt like it might rain, but these days one never knew. Weather came and went at the whim of those that played with it. It was best not to anticipate, but be prepared. He tossed another limb on the fire.

“Why are you doing that? You should be practicing and not using your hands for such a simple thing.”

Jason sat back on his log and turned to his younger sister. “Sometimes it’s nice to do something yourself. To have a feeling for what it was to pick something up and figure out how to make it work. Maybe you are too young to remember, but I do.”

“Oh, no, Jason, I remember. I also remember things we could have done if we had…

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