Noah sat alone on a log far from the brightly blazing bonfire. His parents had sent him to camp, thinking it would be good for him. Being with other teenagers his own age was supposed to bring him out of his shell. “All the camp activities are bound to help you make friends,” his father had said. He hadn’t said there would be girls there.
This is a lovely story. I can smell the fire and the s'mores.
I really enjoyed this one, Dascha. Simple and sweet.
As a shy kid, I can relate. Sweet story.
A sweet valentine story. Quiet can be welcome.
A sweet one!