One Last Match

By Ann Stratton

Eric has water, he has shelter. He has no food and maybe five matches. He has no more supplies than what he’s got in his pockets. He’s got to find a way out of this canyon before some predator takes advantage of him but the despair might kill him before the coyotes or starvation do.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ann Stratton
• Release date: Feb 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310172717

Ann Stratton

Ann Stratton started writing at age thirteen with the usual results. After a long stint in fan fiction, honing her skills, she hopes she has gotten better since then. She lives in Southeastern Arizona, trying to juggle all her varied interests. 

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One Last Match

The Smashwords Edition

Ann Stratton

A Blind Woman Production publication

Copyright © 2016 Ann Stratton

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Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction, a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance or similarity to any actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Credits

Editing, formatting, cover photo and cover design by Ann Stratton

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One Last Match

You stupid shit.

Eric Wilson huddled over the tiny pile of twigs and dead leaves. His hands shook so much he could hardly hold the match steady enough to strike it against the box.

You just had to go this way, didn’t you?

Eric got the match and the box together, but the head of the match popped right off and fell into the pile of twigs and leaves without even flaring.

And then you fell down that cliff and lost all the supplies.

There weren’t many matches left. Eric picked out the next one and shoved the box shut before he could spill the rest.

And then you had to go and fall in the creek.

Eric rested his hands on his knees, making sure the match was well away from his wet pants, and took a deep shaky breath, trying to get himself back under control.

And now you think you’re going to light a fire. Well, good luck with that, you incompetent idiot.

Eric took a couple more breaths, refocusing his mind on