Daily story, April 15, 2025

His fires would never catch. There was not enough airflow, or the wood was damp, or he hadn’t built it right. Not enough kindling. Too windy. It was embarrassing. He was supposed to be a man. But they always died away, until he went through half a box of firelighters. Not today. This one burned so merrily that nothing was going to stop it, and he was just beginning to regret lighting it.