Fire
"Is there something I should know?" Barbara asked with a raised eyebrow.
We had already arrived at the lake, and Andrew and I were helping Barbara get some supplies out of the small cabin. She told us to put a small foldable table by the lake along with chairs for us. Once everything was all set, Barbara sat down on one of the chairs, facing the lake. Andrew and I followed her lead and as we did, she took out a thick, worn-out book from the basket and placed it on the table.
A thin cloud of smoke flew past us and I coughed slightly as I waved the smoke off. Barbara looked at me apologetically. "I haven't opened this journal in so long. I never thought I'd have to," she said softly. Her gaze was lost on the worn-out leather cover as if it had so many stories to tell. Which I think
