Candleholder 1 by Tommia Wright
Today’s ficlet fragment was inspired by Mike’s challenge.
She longed to toss them all out; the slender fingers of wax reminding her of ghosts, goblins and boogeymen, wire frames making faces at her. Why her uncle continued to collect and make candleholders was beyond her. Every room, corner and conceivable writing surface had one.
Why? It wasn’t as though there weren’t enough flashlights gifted over the years – lightweight, heavy-duty, battery-operated, wind-up, rechargeable, none to be found.
The winds picked up and the lights flickered, shadows taunting her. She struck a match and lit one of the ugly nubs that hung on the wall, the submission made with anger.
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Nice!
I’m really glad you decided to take part. 🙂
Definitely has a mysterious, creepy vibe to it. Where has her uncle put all of those gifted flashlights? Why is she so afraid of the dark? It seems an unnatural fear, especially for what seems like a grown woman. Perhaps the home holds something dark, memories tied to the goblins and boogeymen she mentions.
This is why I love short fiction: it tantalizes with unanswered questions.
Thanks for sharing. 🙂
Thanks for the challenge! Glad you enjoyed it, too. I suspect I know where the flashlights are, but that might have to wait for the next 100 words or less/ficlet challenge (smile)
It’s why I prefer longer stories which means I’m probably showing my age. It is good writing.