she knew

Rosa cried out, suddenly sitting bolt upright in her bed. It had happened, she was sure of it. She reached out, fingers searching for the matches she knew were there. Her fingers closed around the brittle wooden stick, and she drew it decisively along the rough strip. Light flared from the phosphorous tip, momentarily blinding her, the red burning into her retinas and illuminating the modest stone room.

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