“Dad. Dad. Is it done yet?” Em asked, tugging at his sleeve, her eyes shining with the red glow. Dad took a stick and poked around the base of the fire for a bit before turning to his daughter. “Patience. Em.”
At that, the little boy beside Em stuck his tongue out, starting a war of silly proportions. For once, their mother did not berate them and just laughed.
“It’s done.” The father announced, producing a fire-baked potato mounted atop a knitting needle. Before Em could react, her little brother had reached over and grabbed the delicacy in his tiny little hands.
“Hothothothothot.” He jumped, dropping the potato. Em giggled at his discomfort and picked the potato gently, wrapping it around a newspaper.
“That’s mine.” He said, glaring.
“Of course it is. I’m just peeling it for you dummy.” She ruffled his hair causing him to sulk even more.
They sat there a bit longer, eating and laughing alongside each other. They left a few hours later, the warmth of the fire still with them.
Word Count: 175
Written as a response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo copyright Enisa.