Microfiction – Resin


Lilly was wet and needed to warm herself. Breaking a limb from a nearby pine tree, she ran to an overhang and used a fire striker to light the wood’s resin. “Thank you, Daddy, for teaching me how to survive,” she whispered as she fell asleep by the fire.

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