Firefight Stories

I took Akasha’s hand, feeling the warmth of her palm, and walked out the front door. Amika followed a step behind us. Akasha threaded her fingers through mine as we walked through the yard and towards the creek. The air was cool and damp, and as we reached the edge of the creek, the faint scent of wet earth and the gentle babble of the water surrounded us. As we stepped out onto the small beach along the creek, I turned t...