Shana watched the others make s’mores. As the only black person present, she was feeling out of place. Gerry walked over, took a marshmallow and placed it on Shana’s hanger. He showed her how to hold it over the fire. When the marshmallow was ready, he took it and placed it between the chocolate and the graham crackers. Then he and Shana took turns eating the s’more, laughing and enjoying the moment. Chocolate, graham crackers, marshmallows, a fire, and the light of love in a man’s eyes, oblivious to the difference in your races. It don’t get better than this.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, February 8, 2019. Photo credit by Anshu Bhojnagarwala.