Doyle dumped her duffle, prepared to step out again and leave her to it.
But she walked to the fire, looked at him, looked back.
“What? I’m supposed to light a fire for you now? Christ.”
Muttering all the way, he took bricks of peat from a copper bucket, arranged them on the grate as he had as a boy.
It was simple enough, took only moments, and if the scent squeezed his heart, he ignored it.
Island of Glass
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I have a fireplace, a cord of split, seasoned wood, and a
cold family. So I make a lot of fires.
There are many resources for building fires that promise
successful fire-building. Many. So, so many. I urge you to review them. There’s
the lean-to method. The teepee method. The pyramid method. The top-down method.
But, for me, nothing about a fire is ever consistent—not the
tinder or kindling or logs.