Dear Potential Reader,
THE FIRE is just the warm story for a scorching hot August day . . . wait . . . did I get this wrong? Probably you would want something cooler to think about. But that’s not in the cards for this tale of the Hatchback Woman. So, get yourself a glass of ice water (or whatever cool beverage you prefer) and join us for the story of an Aunt who means well . . .
I’m actually not a fan of the smell of smoke and ash. I love sitting out by a fire. But the second I’m done and I come inside the last thing I want to smell is the smoke. Still, the flames themselves have always been captivating. Like watching a wild animal on the verge of breaking out of its cage. We can sit comfortably knowing the fire is contained, but the second it leaps out and begins to spread, then it is the worst kind of animal—because there is no reasoning with fire.
Remember kids, never play with matches, but check back every First Friday of the month for another tale of the Hatchback Woman.
Hope you enjoy.
All the best,
DAN JIRE
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