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Genre: Historical Faction
Word Count: 100

WOODSMOKE AT TWILIGHT

           Had it not been for scouting, I might never have seen the great outdoors beyond my backyard. My parents adhered to the eleventh commandment—“Jews don’t camp.”

            Overnights were the best. Following an afternoon hike, we’d gather round the campfire. Our mouths and fingers gooey from roasted marshmallows, we topped off the day scaring each other with ghost stories.

            “My uncle found a man’s head in the grass,” said Lucy in a loud whisper.

            Margo added, “His golden eyes glowed.”

            Back home in my own bed, I wouldn’t sleep for a month without a nightlight.  

            I miss those good times.