The Candlestick Maker
A short, old women entered
my shop and asked for indigo
candles. I did have indigo
candles, but there had only been
three left, and I had reserved
them for my wife’s birthday.
The woman said, “I understand
what you mean, and I hope you
live a long, happy marriage; I will
take four bishop candles instead
for your sake. I’m sure indigo is
her favourite.” I smiled at her,
exchanged her money for the
bishop candles, and she was
on her way. Then, I wondered if my
wife actually fancied indigo candles.
Copyright © Mik Fjeld | Year Posted 2016
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