Superhumans
The smell of burning wood permeated the cool air. A billow of smoke drifted from the firepit through the space between where Jack and Tara sat. Malina lay sprawled on the grass, gazing at the dark, star-flecked abyss above. The three friends were gathered around the campfire that they had built, reminiscing the good old days of when they were able to come together like this often.
