By Hallie Ranta
Camp was a sanctuary. Escaping the imprisonment of infusion, we found solace among our fellow cancer fighters.
Amber and I spent hours on the lake, watching blackbirds and breathing in the scent of pinecones.
“Let’s stay here forever.”
But the reprieve was soon over and so too was Amber’s struggle.
“Do me one favor,” she whispered. “Bring me back.”
Wiping away tears, I empty the canister into the campfire. Tendrils of smoke slowly form a familiar-looking figure, her eyes sparkling.
“The camp’s haunted,” newcomers gasp as a lyrical breeze rustles the trees.
“No,” I laugh, catching a falling pinecone. “It’s alive.”
I Really, REALLY, enjoyed this read. Moving, thank you.
Thank you so much!
Beautifully done!
Thank you!
Great story, vivid scene making in a few words. Poignant, yet joyous and a nice hint of the supernatural. Thank you.
Appreciate the read and comments!
A beautifully written story that tugs at the heartstrings
Thank you <3
Yes! What a lovely interpretation of childhood loss and the solace of nature.
Thanks Hallie!
Thanks for reading!
Nicely done, Hallie!
Very emotional read with an optimistic ending… well done…
This is so beautiful! I love the imagery and the hope it evokes.
Excellent descriptive writing evoking a sense of being there with you. Keep on writing
Indeed a great story! An optimistic take on a sad subject.
Thank you everyone for the comments, glad you enjoyed!
I’ve made A LOT of campfires, but never thought of smoke doing that!!!
But did you ever add in someone’s ashes? 😉
Superb
Thank you!
This is stunning! Congrats!
Thanks!