We still have time, I know, to light the signal, to shake our fists in final defiance. This is my calling — my call. I strike the last match and watch it burn down.

This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt, in which the editors asked for exactly thirty-three words written in first person narrative.

37 thoughts on “Fist

    • Christine says:

      Thank you, Kir. I think my intent got lost in my word choice. I saw her as actually giving up – letting the match burn out. Which may be a small act of defiance on its own, of course.


    • Christine says:

      Thanks, Draug! Only, I didn’t quite capture what I was trying to say. Defiance, yes, but she didn’t actually light that fire. She gave up, or betrayed the folks depending on her.


    • Christine says:

      Thanks! I love that I provoked a response! 🙂 Only, I was actually going a little more for “betrayal,” as in, “I should have lit the fire, but instead I let the last match burn out.” Oh, well, just goes to show that what you intend and what people read can be two different things.


    • Christine says:

      Thanks, Lance! You know, reading through all the lovely comments on my piece, I’m realizing that my intent didn’t quite come through. She didn’t actually light that signal fire – she let the match burn out. Which I suppose is a kind of defiance in and of itself. And goes to show how choosing the wrong word can change the entire piece. I should have written “I strike the last match and watch it flicker out,” or “burn out.”


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