Neatly stacked logs surround the dusty property. Wind kicks up and blinds you like being in a sand storm. There is a faint smell of gas in the air, coming from the large retention pond rotting on the side of the house. The one large oak that stands in the front yard takes authority, defending us from inevitable intruders. A lick of gasoline and a match could create a fire wall across the logged property line and, hopefully, catch those gaseous waters ablaze.
Posted on October 20, 2012