#317 - Thin air
She made the fire with ease. This she knew how to do, make a fire. She took the box of matches out of the fire box and lit a match, striking the little stick against the side of the box. The match spluttered and flickered. She hid the flame from any passing breeze, brought both hands to the little firebird's nest and set it alight. The flame caught and spread and soon the fire was ablaze. That was very satisfying. Very. She set about preparing the meal. Someone must live here, she thought. All these supplies. So well stocked. I have been conjured out of thin air... how did I get here? She placed all the ingredients into the dutch oven and put the lid on it. Then she pushed the fire to the back of the stove, put more wood on it, and placed the heavy cast iron pot into it. It will take half an hour now. She could take a look around. The smell of the woodsmoke was comforting. Even more comforting was the sight of it rising steadily from the chimney. All around her the world was wakin...