A Flicker of Dark

A soft noise from behind him broke his anticipation and he spun around.
The Dark found him at last and his lighter flew from his hand in the spinning. He cursed as he made a clumsy lunge. Luck brought the lighter back in his hand. The Dark folded around him and squeezed. A thumb fumbled the wheel and flint as folds of darkness enveloped. He tasted metal from the crimson welling up. Darkness was tunneling his vision; was he losing consciousness or was it the Black itself?
One last flick could end this chase forever, if only it would light…