This week, our Sunday Scribblings prompt is Fire. If you decide to write a post based on this week’s prompt, be sure to go back here and share your link so everyone can see how you interpreted things! Here’s what I did with it…

I really like living in my apartment. It’s the perfect size for one person. It would even work for a young couple. But if that couple were to move into parenthood, they’d definitely want to think about relocating.

I digress… I was talking about how much I like my apartment. It’s just… a neat place to live. It’s a great fit for me. I wish the elevator were a little faster, but we can’t have everything. At least there’s an elevator. It could be a four-story walk-up with nothing but stairs as an option. That would be terrible.

Living downtown has its advantages, too. Or… it would… if I weren’t an introvert. And COVID wasn’t still a thing. I hear there are lots of cool places to hang out downtown.

Something I can’t experience, however, living in a downtown apartment, is the fun of having a fire pit.

What is it about lighting a fire in one’s back yard that ushers in a relaxing evening? What is it that draws friends together to just sit around in a circle playing a game of avoid the trail of smoke?

It’s something, though… And it’s something I can’t experience in a downtown apartment. I don’t have a back yard. I have a back alley with a dumpster and a few temporary parking spots. I don’t have a front yard. I have a sidewalk where people walk their dogs and are supposed to pick up after said dogs but that doesn’t always happen.

If I had a place with a patch of grass, I think I’d be the proud owner of some sort of fire pit. And I’m pretty sure I would take advantage of pleasant evenings by lighting a fire in that fire pit. I’d call friends or post something to Facebook, simply saying, “I’m lighting a fire!” and I bet a dozen people would come running. And someone would inevitably bring s’mores fixin’s.

There really is something about sitting around a fire with friends and/or family. Conversations become inspired. Every now and then, someone pulls out a guitar. Hopefully it’s someone who can actually play a guitar. If I were the one to pull out a guitar everyone would quickly grow tired of hearing the same three chords in repetition.

Are we little better than moths? Drawn the the hypnotic power of the flame?

How do you feel about back yard fire pits? Have you any fond memories of sitting by a fire, roasting hot dogs or marshmallows, and solving the world’s problems? Let me know down in the comments!

Thanks to everyone who participated this week and shared your links! Please visit their blogs, give them a follow, and take a look at how they interpreted the prompt.

1. Gigglingfattie
2. For the Love of Books

Be sure to come back on Wednesday for the next Sunday Scribblings prompt! Encourage other bloggers to challenge themselves with the prompt! Remember that there are no rules for what you write, other than responding to the prompt! You can write fiction, non-fiction, poetry, prose, biography, instruction… it’s all up to you!

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