Impossible Numbers' Flashfic Anthology, Volume One

by Impossible Numbers

To Beg The Candle

“You won’t go out,” croaked Mr Waddle on the bed. “My friends wouldn’t let you. Warmth, light: perhaps if I’m quiet, I’ll hear you crackling, ever so slightly…”

The flame went down almost to the desk.

Rage burned through him. “How dare you go down on me!? You’re moving too fast!”

Still, the candle wavered.

Now Mr Waddle wailed. “Years of life! Playing! Artistry! Seeing new sights! Why should others ponies enjoy them, and not me?”

The flame dwindled, uncaring.

Sighing, he cooled. “Please. I can feed you more wax. Give me enough time to extend the wick. Let me find the matches.”

Soon, there was hardly any wax left.

He groaned. “Ah well… could’ve… been… worse…”

The candle… went down… wavered… dwindled…

And then someone took it away. A new candle, bright and alive, stood in its place.

“Nurse Redheart!” He smiled.

“Sorry I’m late. Now… where’s it hurting?”

Comments

[B_Munro]

Performers, always over-dramatizing things.

[redmar]

That was a nice twist at the end.