I snapped a wooden match into life, held it across to him.

Snapped off a wooden match, watching her face in the glare.

I handed her my little box of wooden matches, waiting.

I cupped a wooden match against the wind for her.

The changeling lit a wooden match and held it up for him.

Her trembling hand held aloft the first small wooden match.

I heard the sharp delicious crack of a small wooden match.

He found the long, wooden matches upon the table where he'd left them, and struck one against the rough stone wall.

A humidor sat toward the back next to a large box of wooden matches.

At last the woman found what she had looked for, half a dozen wooden matches, two of them broken.