Fire pit Stories

I sit next to you, holding hands, our fingers intertwined. My best friend, my companion, my husband. The father of our daughters. My world. Our love has grown and strengthened ever since that first furtive glance. That first overt kiss. Sending shockwaves of desire and passion surging. Overwhelming me. Dare I say? Conquering me. We both stare deeply into the flames burning in the fire pit before us. Embers glowing, giving...

Vallon, my best friend, and I sat on the couch, mesmerized by the blanket of whiteness covering the woods behind us. Through the snow-covered branches, I could see Royal Lake, frozen over. The 4.1-mile path surrounding it was invisible, obscured by the eight to ten inches of heavy snow that had fallen Sunday night and into Monday morning. The scene was pristine, idyllic. Picture-perfect. Knocking on the front door awakene...