A looming Southern California wildfire brings up issues.
The home was Southwest minimalist with Mission furniture pieces. The walls were painted in deep yellow and red-brown tones. The master bedroom faced Sycamore Canyon and the San Bernardino foothills to the east.
“Do you think the fires will spread here?” the woman asked the man, as they lay in bed looking through the sliding glass doors at the distant orange glow.
“No. There’s considerable distance and concrete between us and the fires. I think we’ll be okay, Janice.”
On the nightstand she lit sandalwood incense. “Would you like to spend the night, Ray?”
“Sure. I could use a cigarette.”
“Could you please smoke outside? Please don’t let the cats out.”
He sighed and sat up, threw his legs over the edge of the bed and stood. He took a Marlboro and lighter from a nightstand, walked across the room, opened the sliding door and stepped out onto the deck. He closed the door. Swirling ash dusted his bare body and long hair as he smoked and paced and coughed. Anthology>>
“Do you think the fires will spread here?” the woman asked the man, as they lay in bed looking through the sliding glass doors at the distant orange glow.
“No. There’s considerable distance and concrete between us and the fires. I think we’ll be okay, Janice.”
On the nightstand she lit sandalwood incense. “Would you like to spend the night, Ray?”
“Sure. I could use a cigarette.”
“Could you please smoke outside? Please don’t let the cats out.”
He sighed and sat up, threw his legs over the edge of the bed and stood. He took a Marlboro and lighter from a nightstand, walked across the room, opened the sliding door and stepped out onto the deck. He closed the door. Swirling ash dusted his bare body and long hair as he smoked and paced and coughed. Anthology>>
