My old pal gave me a task, apparently I need focus.
The task was to write a story in about 100 words only using words with four letters or under with the idea of 'simplicity' as a prompt.
Touché, Gones, touché.
Gram by gram heat rose, soft like fur or hair over cold skin to warm it only when it asks. To warm up here we have to burn book upon book. It is safe and easy and and we stay dumb and good. We cook eggs in pans over the fire and eat them with salt. We pour the salt in a form to keep us from harm and dig our toes into the dirt for fun. Each page bows down into the fire and each word like love goes away with a char on your brow as you lean in to read.