Candle ~ 5 Minute Fiction

The flame dipped lower with the incoming breeze. Yet it jumped back quickly. The tip danced and reached up again.

The woman watched the flame, wondering where this breeze was coming from. The windows were closed and there was no draft. Yet she could feel the breeze as it passed through, just before it reached the flame. She watched it dance.

Pondering the thoughts of what was causing the flame to move so intensely, the woman rose from her spot and approached the candle. The breeze came on strong from behind her. The flame, suddenly blew out. Smoke from the tiny amber wiggled up. The woman shivered, letting out a breath which took out the last of the amber.



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