“Enough is enough.”
I peered towards the dark of the forest. It had been over an hour since my boyfriend had gone in there to go and get some firewood.
I had never wanted to come camping, and now the lack of signal on my phone was driving me mad. How on earth was I expected to communicate with anybody? I know my boyfriend wanted us using the time on this holiday bonding together, but now, even he had deserted me to find something to burn.
I was done with it, I pulled on my shoes and headed home. Alone.
Written for: flash fiction for the purposeful practitioner