The hall quieted. Everyone watched as the final round of the Jenga competition unfolded. The championship—and so much more—was on the line.

Becca studied the tower of blocks, planning her next move. The other girls stood wide-eyed. Mallory laced her fingers together, said a prayer.

The fire in the stove popped and gasped. A chair squeaked on the worn floor.

Whispering started on the boys’ side of the room. Confidence increased. Tony wouldn’t lose. Not to a girl.

Tony sat paper white.

Carefully, she slid the block out.

Neither side wanted to clean the camp rest rooms.

Photo copyright by Simon Hucko.

(100 words)

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