The day before, Rey had given Harley the
best idea. And on Saturday night, that great idea was a
great reality: a
great big bonfire, built out of
all sorts of stuff that had been hanging out in the store for
forever without finding a home, most for a good reason. Television cabinets that wouldn't house even
half of any modern TV, chairs that had once been part of a dining room set but had lost their way and were now just singular curiosities, lace doilies that no one was going to have use for 'less they were hunting for set decoration for a period piece... All finding one last purpose in going up in a blaze in a dramatic and hopefully cathartic manner!
(Some of the makings of the bonfire - as much as you could see things like that through the flames - looked like parts of a bed? That, too, was absolutely something that had been tucked away in the store. Definitely
not something from upstairs, hacked to bits in a fit of frustration.)
The particular stretch of beach Harley had picked for the fire was nowhere
near Needful Things, not even in the same part of the island. Which had made the hauling of the small mountain of crap kind of an arduous task, but she'd had help! So it had gotten
done, easy peasy! There were also a couple of boxes of assorted
and moddable, if need be small junk to throw into the fire, here and there, either to make sure it kept going (unnecessary, because with the size of it, it was already going to burn for
hours) or just for the hell of it (the much more likely reason).
And now all that there was left to do was for Harley to watch the flames
dance,
a bottle of tequila in hand,
mesmerized. And of course, wait for the catharsis and the re-birth to hit.
Because that was how this worked, right?
Please say that was how this worked.
(open to all that might be drawn to a big bonfire for any reason! and up early because weekend)