Firehawk Ascendant 🔥 - Evening Fuel Restored - 🎞 Buddy Story ; part 57

Returning from Charing Cross Road under the door threshold, the quiet hearth called for an orderly night setup. A stray, thick charcoal briquette had rolled loose onto the cold slate curb, starved of position and cooling fast. I stepped onto the dark flagstones without delay, planting both boots firmly against the curb. Gripping the textured chunk of charcoal with both hands, I hoisted it upward and leveraged it straight into the iron basket, bedding it deep into the nest of dry cedar kindling. The arrangement locked flush, ready for ignition. Firehawk Ascendant 🔥 - Evening Fuel Restored - 🎞 Buddy Story ; part 57