The center log, the thickest, pops loudly. Sparks blow into the wind in vortices.
Falcon Erdey’s fire pit is in the shape of the Death Star, under construction.
Her bug zapper is in the likeness of an Imperial Star Destroyer. Falcon made it herself, and entered in the Washtenaw County Maker Faire Contest, only to come in second in her category to a robotic giraffe that waters plants.
The cooler is r2d2, just lift his dome and help yourself to a CBD tonic or an IPA.
Sleeping near the cooler is Falcon’s shepherd mix, Luke. Her shoes: Custom Vans with the Rebel Alliance logo, the left one resting on the bench of the picnic table next to her.
Falcon’s mother, who christened her Fallon at birth, will call her by her preferred name most of the time, and Falcon appreciates it.
She knows she’s her mama’s designated weirdo.
Falcon licks her lips, starting to chap at the corners.
Her hand trembles a bit.
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