No, he definitely hadn’t imagined it. Ciaran shook his fist at the kindling and thought so hard he was afraid that vein in his forehead might burst. But the kindling just lay there.
He sighed and sat back, rubbed his eyes. He had no idea how long he’d sat there, and it was likely almost time to get up, and Da would come looking for him, and he couldn’t be caught trying to light things on fire.
Ciaran stood up. As an afterthought, he scattered the kindling with his foot so Da wouldn’t suspect. Then, defeated, he went to bed.
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