Here’s my take:
Put it out. His first thought was strong though too slow. His plan was to grill out and display a grand swath of fish on croissants with fruit parfait to finish. Now just an abrupt gush on a burning portion. Just put it out and hand Jan a fragrant small wick. It couldn’t hurt anything. It wouldn’t stop what was going to occur. A shack would still burn down. Jan would still abandon him. Having Jan hold a tiny bit of his guilt, a touch of his stupidity was not a solution. It was all that David could finally do.
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I’d love to see others come up with. 🙂
Barbara McDowell 
Oh, a challenge 😀
English isn’t my mother tongue… but I will give this 100-word-story-without-an-e a try. Looking forward to contact you when it’s finished.
Bye then
Kugel, absolutely give it a try if you have a chance. Once I got my first few lines, I found that the rest flowed out.
Ok – you are invited to read my result. It was… kinda funny to write in such a way 🙂
Love it! So glad you stopped back by to share this. Your line “I want to fight for rights not for profits” gives us a great insight into the character speaking. Amazing what can come from a simple 100-word prompt.
Hey!
This is challenging, I’ll have to think on it a bit and get back to you 🙂 I just started a flash fiction blog, which is exactly about writing complex, rich with an itty bitty word count. I would love to hear what you think about it!
Hi Erica,
I checked out your blog and see this is right in your writing arena! I know you’ll come up with something great. 🙂 Prompts like this help me get my mind thinking away from normal writing paths.
B
Hi Barbara!
This took me awhile 🙂 it was quite a challenge! What do you think? I will also post this on my blog.
Toll way approaching. Ship captain Zindra gulps, docks on a platform, turns off motor, and waits. Sudor coats Zindra’s mohogany hair, a pout turns into a scowl, a lachryma forms and rolls down. With a numb and void look, Zindra scans ship by logging in an account. It’s dry, lacking funds. Captain initially sobs uncontrollably, at that instant sang-froidly stands up. At ship’s aft, Zindra coolly unhooks a limp limb, placing it in a frosty bin, pod shuts with toll way approval. Captain Missing Limb sits down, sighs, and recalls final goal to accomplish as incoming asteroids trigger warning signal.
Sorry Barbara a few e’s escaped me, here is the final version 🙂
Toll way approaching. Ship captain Zindra gulps, docks on a platform, turns off motor, and waits. Sudor coats Zindra’s mohogany hair, a pout turns into a scowl, a lachryma forms and rolls down. With a numb and void look, Zindra scans ship by logging in an account. It’s dry, lacking funds. Captain initially sobs uncontrollably, at that instant sang-froidly stands up. At ship’s aft, Zindra coolly unhooks a limp limb, placing it in a frosty bin, pod shuts with toll way approval. Captain Missing Limb sits down thinking about final goal to accomplish as a cosmic ray attack sounds warning.
Erica, great! I’m giggling because for my first try, I had about 4 words with “e” sitting there highlighted and it took me a moment to let them go. Made the mind think in a different way, which is always good.