11. Fire (Passion)
His second job was at a bakery; early rise and hard labour near the mammoth, scorching kilns. He realized just how weak he had been working there amongst the dough and fire. The other men would shove past him as he slowed. At the same time he met a girl. They shared meals and a bed together occasionally and she was a relief after a long day when he could drop his head into her lap and simply doze. She was serious and he was not. Once he left the bakery in search of new horizons, she'd gone as well.
A/N: It's only 100 words; it's only trifling adolescence.