Rutherford B. Hayes Campfire, Saturday Afternoon

[wantstodirect]

Tony had tried to get a fire started, but he'd gone through a whole book of matches and the damn thing still wouldn't stay lit. He had hot dogs and buns ready to cook if it ever got going. He figured he was probably doing something wrong, but he had no clue what. He had wood, he had flame, what else was there?

He gave up and munched on a cold hot dog.



[Open like a British bakery on the 4th of July!]

Comments

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Nope. It's in the midwest somewhere. It's on the border between the World and Faery."

[wantstodirect]

"Fairy. Are we talking guys who like other guys or wings and magic?" Tony asked.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda laughed louder than she thought she'd be able to today. "The second one. Only, no wings. Well Piskies have wings but as far as I know they don't leave Faery."