A/N: Just a drabble I wrote for a creative writing class.
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Starting Fires
by: TouchofViolet

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“What do an elephant and a tomato have in common?”

He glared at his best friend half-heartedly. He was bent over pieces of wood, trying desperately to get a fire started. He had been trying unsuccessfully for the better part of an hour. Sweat dripped down his forehead and plopped onto his jean shorts. He welcomed the cool breeze the twilight hour had to offer.

He put the stones he had been working with down and wiped the sweat off his forehead. The trees ruffled in the breeze. An owl hooted off in the distance. With a sigh, he looked up at the darkening sky, and noted the moon was half full.

“Give up?” His best friend asked, obviously trying to lighten the mood. It figures she would, considering it was her fault they got lost in the woods in the first place. If she hadn’t of dropped the compass in the lake, he wouldn’t be bent over fallen branches they had gathered, rubbing rocks together, trying to get a fire going.

Even though she had helped him gather wood, his current position allowed him only to resent her. He hated starting fires.

“Neither can ride a bicycle.”

He glared at her again.
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Word Count: 203