Wax is dripping down my sides. It’s not supposed to happen like this. Everyone knows wishes only come true if I’m blown out.
I’m standing here alone, stuck in a slow meltdown, and everyone is gone. My blue wax is splotching everywhere. Who is going to eat a cake like this?
There was a little boy. I was so happy to get a little boy. Candles only get one shot at wishes, and I was ready to make his come true.
They gathered around the table. Plopped the boy down in front of me and strapped a bib to him as I felt my wick light up under the match. They started singing, loud and happy voices, surrounding me. It felt like my flame flickered in time with them.
But, and I feel the other candles in the box should have warned me, the little ones can be unpredictable. He scrunched his face and screamed–right in the middle of their song. It made everyone upset.
They rushed around the room, shuffling their feet and flapping their hands. My flame sputtered. Then they were gone. I was left in an empty room, balloons floating to the ceiling, and me…dripping to nothing.
I wish I had more time to understand. I wonder why the boy was sad. I wanted to grant him a wish. If only he hadn’t cried. But it appears life is fleeting for one like me.
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