Michael sat on his back porch enjoying the created shadows and smell of citronella candles. He wore his number 10 football jersey from high school. It was a happy remembrance that still fit over his muscle-bound upper body. His favorite number had switched from 10 to 100; 100 days until the docs told him he was out of the woods after the bomb and 100 days to build the nerve to ask Tessa to come to his home. He would have 100 various sized candles burning to welcome her. He hoped the romantic scene would bring him his desire.
Written in response to Charli Mills May 21, 2020, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about 100 candles. What do they light, and why? Think about contrast or symbolism. Are the candles large, small, or stars in the night? Go where the prompt leads!
05/30/2020 at 13:17
This is a lovely take on the prompt, Susan. I hope you and hubby are both well.
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05/31/2020 at 11:00
Thanks Robbie. We are well. Things are slowly opening back up, but it’s a long way from what we had in February. We hope it continues to improve.
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05/30/2020 at 15:56
Michael’s relationship with Tessa continues to build – hope the best for them!
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05/31/2020 at 20:25
Yep, what H said.
They seem to be going places, and how good for Michael.
I heard he and his band might get a gig at the Saddle Up Saloon, by the way. Had you heard that?
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06/01/2020 at 07:58
Michael is good with a gig at the Saloon, but he hasn’t revealed the names of his bandmates. Should he be working on that?
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