[Key Word: ROASTED]
Smoke billowed- bringing tears to my eyes.
Hastily I brushed them aside, and continued the monotonous job. I saw him glance over at me, and I prayed the darkness would hide my face.
How long would I be able to keep it on? The mask- How much longer ‘til it slipped?
Another flame jumped into the night sky, and I inadvertently jumped back.
Just like everything else in my life.
“Hey, you okay?“
I started again. His voice was gentle and kind, yet I found my hands shaking.
How was I to answer? The words ‘I’m good‘ failed to pass through my lips, and I felt myself compelled to tell the truth.
With a tear sliding down my face, I replied, “I’m dying.“
The silence wasn’t broken until my roasted marshmallow slipped into the fire and burned. Just like my mask.
Slipped off and burned.