The fire crackled and sparked in the dusk air. I built it taller than I wanted. It would take forever to die out and there was no nearby creek to acquire water to douse it. I scanned the trees around me looking for signs of unnatural movement.
I finished sipping my poorly made squirrel stew and started setting up a spot to sleep. I lay there, unable to sleep, watching the slowly dying embers. As the moon reached its peak my eyes fluttered.
I rolled away right before an arrow struck.
Yup, definitely made the fire too big…
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Word Count: 100