Miriam's Well
““My weapons,” he said. “Cut. Paste. Let’s see if we can get a hundred cards done before the hour’s up.” We sat at the wobbly card table Mama had set up in front of the fireplace before she’d discreetly gone to take a nap. We knew her nap would be no more than an hour long, and after that, Adam would have to leave, because the men would be home from work.
It was a crunchy autumn day, too warm for air-conditioning, but not quite cold enough for the heater. There was just a catch in my back, nothi...ng terrible. I had an afghan wrapped around me. The skin on my cheeks felt tight from the fire.
“I love to hear the fire crackle and pop,” I said dreamily.
“Sounds like Rice Krispies.” Adam tossed a scrap of paper into the fire. He had to lean way back on the rickety chair to do it. Any minute now, he’d topple back toward the fireplace.
“Adam, do you have to toss each paper scrap in? Why don’t you save them up, for one huge fire?”
“No, this is symbolic. Each piece I toss in is one more debate opponent’s argument going up in flames.”MoreLess
It was a crunchy autumn day, too warm for air-conditioning, but not quite cold enough for the heater. There was just a catch in my back, nothi...ng terrible. I had an afghan wrapped around me. The skin on my cheeks felt tight from the fire.
“I love to hear the fire crackle and pop,” I said dreamily.
“Sounds like Rice Krispies.” Adam tossed a scrap of paper into the fire. He had to lean way back on the rickety chair to do it. Any minute now, he’d topple back toward the fireplace.
“Adam, do you have to toss each paper scrap in? Why don’t you save them up, for one huge fire?”
“No, this is symbolic. Each piece I toss in is one more debate opponent’s argument going up in flames.”MoreLess
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