The Candle - E-book - ePub

She got up and found a book of matches, came back and sat. She examined the wick, which was partially buried in the wax, and then pried it free with her thumb. She thought of the handsome dark man: the mysterious vendor who had told her that lovely, sad story of a candle that would light only for a sorcerer's true love. His sparkling blue eyes. His strong countenance. His long black hair. She remembered repeating the story to John, who didn't listen to a single word of it, but jumped down her throat all the way back to Denver, lecturing her on how much more important his business was than her ridiculous flights of fancy, how she had been gone nearly an hour, and how he had missed a very important meeting because of her.
She remembered running into her apartment, where, crying, she threw the box with the candle in it across the bedroom into a wall. She had left it where it lay for weeks before dumping it in her closet and forgetting about it. She struck a match and held it to the wick, smiling. What a lovely story, she thought. What could be lovelier than if it were true?If it were true ...