Stephanie leaned forward to blow into the orange glowing embers. Smoke stung her eyes and drifted into her lungs. She sat back on her heels and coughed.
“And then there was light,” Marquita said. She took some sticks from this pile next to her and put them into the fire.
“Leave it alone for now,” Stephanie said. “It has to get going before we had more wood.” The tangle of dry grass they’d used as a starter glowed with heat.
“It’s a good thing we have light,” Marquita said. “You never know what might sneak up on us in the dark.”
“Now they’re sure to find us.” Stephanie started the fire because Marquita wanted it. She didn’t think it was a good idea. They spent all evening hiking to the other side of the lake to escape, and this fire could give them away. [Read more…] about The Runaway (Flash Fiction Challenge)