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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