Eva swatted the mosquitoes away and drew closer to the crackling flames at the campsite. Across from her, Danny was narrating a ghost story about a werewolf or a vampire. She could never remember which was which.
She looked curiously around the group huddled there. Six adults and they were all hanging on Danny’s every word. Eva was the only one who was unaffected. Stories like this had no impact on her whatsoever.
But, that glow in the distance caught her fancy and she leaped to her feet.
Eva, no! Danny’s voice called out sternly. Dejected, she obeyed, dropping her chin on her paws.
Word count: 104
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