I have succeeded at entering every Scottish Book Trust’s 50 words competition of 2017. March’s contest featured a prompt that required a campfire to be in the story. Sadie told me this was her favourite so far. I expect the next one (April’s) will be less speculative fiction-y.
The survey craft streaked across the sky like a comet before touching down. As it cooled, hisses and pings filled the deserted clearing.
“Imagine,” she announced. “The first humans on Earth since the Diaspora!”
They spread out, scanning.
The last embers of a campfire smouldered.