Hey everyone here is this weeks 100 WC with the prompt …as the flame flickered and then went out…
Each step that we took further into the thick undergrowth became more difficult.
Our tour guide is useless, utterly useless!
He is afraid of virtually everything, every crack, crumple and creek!
As the sun sets, one of our only sources of light, we try to make the most out of the vague instruction he gives us.
We gather some twigs, and using the last match we have, strike it against our small match box.
The silence caused such for a depressing mood, and it was lingering in the night air.
Then, fear as the flame flickered and then went out.
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