By, Nan Claire Falkner
On the first day of Spring each year, they gathered by the fireplace in the woods and placed their items onto the coals. Usually, it was a berry from their crops or a strand of wheat.
This year was an exception. Colton moved closer to the fire and threw the object in. The flame grew huge and smelled awful – rotten to the core and made the embers in the pit turn an odd shade of green. “What is that horrible smell?” He shouted at his wife.
“It’s dog shit you idiot!” She smirked, “Next time watch what you step on.”