Marleina Heath

Blue Whirl

"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Angus began his story in a low and enticing voice. The campfire crackled, sending firebrands into the night sky. His audience of teen-aged campers was already becoming unruly. "Oy! Just 'cause I can't see you doesn't mean I don't know what you're up to," Angus warns, ducking a barrage of marshmallows with a wave of his hand. "Alright, alright you rascals! Settle down and listen." Angus takes a moment to smell the air, thick with smoke and the scent of wet pine needles. As he lifts his chin toward the light of the moon, he continues his story.