Michele Feltman Strider on Nostr: "Hello?" you respond to the candle, feeling insane. "Six months," it whispers. "Until ...

"Hello?" you respond to the candle, feeling insane.

"Six months," it whispers.

"Until what?" you gulp.

"Six months you left me sitting in that drawer."

"Sorry?"

"You should be. I was made to shine."

"Are you a ghost?"

"I'm a candle," it snarks. "A perfectly normal candle."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not the one growing fangs."

You rush to the mirror and check your now-pointy teeth. Dang if the candle wasn't right.

Also, you use the word "dang" now.

And crave raw apples...

and moonlight.