Chapter TwoYou've never left your home before, so you decide to walk the safer path to the next village over. Just outside of the village is a small wooden sign that welcomes you to Pottersville. It looks rustic, but not threatening. When you enter the village, you see quaint little houses, with occasional small stores mixed in. Everything about Pottersville seems very open and inviting to you.As you walk along, an old man sitting on a rocking chair waves to you and calls after you, saying, "Hello! I've not seen you around these parts before. What brings you to Pottersville?" You......say you've just left your home town for the first time and wanted to see what was in the next village over....say something nonchalant like "this and that" and keep walking on....ignore the man entirely and continue on your way.
The MatchI held the small piece of wood in my hand, looking down at the box. The blue tip of the red head was pressed firmly against the striking strip and then pulled by a tight grasp across it. The match hissed in dissatisfaction before it relented and released its fire.