34 NoraPine branches crackled and Nora breathed in wood smoke wafting from the cut-down oil drum Kent used for an outdoor fire pit.
That scent brought back favorite childhood memories. Summer evening bareback rides with Grandma. They’d fill a bag with kindling and other supplies, find a likely spot, and build a campfire.
She remembered the flavorful pleasure of milk chocolate melted by roasted marshmallow and the tasty crunch of graham cracker. Her mouth watered. She imagined the faint snuffling of their nearby mounts searching for anything edible.
She’d loved how the skin on her arms and legs had smelled horsey all the next day.
Tonight, she smelled only of s*x.
Stubbing out her smoke, she tossed the butt into the flames and pushed up the sleeves of the soft flannel shirt she’d found
