Change
The flame has gone out. Hope has died. We sit in darkness, staring at nothing, inhaling the sweet, lingering fragrance. Wisps flicker invisibly.
“Relight it,” she whispers.
Daniel Clark is a working-class writer from the UK. His microfiction has appeared in journals including Blue Marble Review, Fifty-Word Stories, Cuento Mag and Dreams Walking.
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