Looking out from a makeshift natural cover lean-to, I made sure I hadn’t been followed. Living in the woods in this post-apocalyptic society, it was better to be safe than sorry. When I was satisfied that I was alone, I started to build a small fire with the sticks and twigs I had collected.
This mist had dampened the sticks, and would make it harder to light them. Remembering the Vasoline smeared cotton balls in my pack, I placed one into the base of fire, surrounded by the smallest twigs, and a bit of dried grass. Then getting my fire steel and flint, I sent a stream of sparks onto the cotton ball. It started to glow, then a small flame appeared. In no time at all, a warming fire was going, and I could get something to eat and a hot drink.
Thank you Yarnspinner for our photo prompt this week!
This is my 141 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It’s fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.
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My musings from South London 
It warms my heart that he built a fire in the forest of this sad, dreary post aposalyptic scene. A hot drink will make the dreariness go away. Great story!
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Thanks. I’m kind of into post-apocalyptic awareness, it was interesting adding it into a story. Hot drinks are always good.
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It does look post-apocalyptic, doesn’t it?
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