This flash fiction piece was the 2nd runner up story to in the weekly Flash Friday contest based on the below photo. Check it out.
He was hard to miss because all the kids in our class were surrounding him.
There he sat among the onlookers with a box of matches. Not sure where he procured that, maybe his dad or mom, although I heard they’re both dead.
Without a word, he opened the box, slid a match out, and struck it against the strike strip and the small flame danced in front of us. Then with one quick motion, he swallowed it — the entire match.
Kids are cruel, smoldering shit piles. Naturally, they laughed at him.
But I thought it was the coolest. I pushed my way through the crowd, sat cross-legged down next to him and extended my hand.
He gave me a match. I struck, then ate.
“My parents are dead, too,” I said, as he swallowed another.