At the Waterfront — 100-word story
We lay on a hill in the coolness of summer’s green, as the darkened sky expanded to embrace an explosion of color, along with the acrid smell of smoke. I hid my eyes in the comfort of my Daddy’s embrace, fearing the fire would burn me, along with the ducks out on the lake. What if the fire in the sky should fall to earth? Since that evening at Silver Park, I’ve been watching the sky. I often wonder if it will fall, as I did as a child. The thing is; Daddy’s no longer here to keep me safe.