He rummaged through the junk drawer, pulling out things he had no use for but kept just the same: a roll of tape he couldn't get started, a screwdriver with a worn tip, Zip ties the size of Texas, and finally, a rolled-up piece of tissue. He unrolled it carefully until he was holding a candle in his hand. It was the candle on his wife's last birthday some fifteen years ago. Then, like he's done for all those fifteen years, he put the candle on a cupcake and lit it. Happy birthday, sweetheart he said and quickly blew the candle out to make it last another year. As he sat there watching the last puff of smoke rise to the heavens, he smiled, knowing one day he'd join her, and that candle would remain rolled up in a tissue forgotten in the junk drawer.
Mike 2024
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