This is the Season Where We Do Things- Short stories and One Shots

Lights Out

I was overjoyed, so happy

that day you gave me your special

candle, the one you say is your

favorite.

I was bewildered, so confused

but I didn't ask why you

collected candles. You were just

that kind of person, the kind that

collected candles.

I was depressed, so sad

until that day, the one when you

came up smiling, gripping your second

favorite in your pale palm. And I asked

you why you were holding such

an obscure object.

I was full of wonder, so alive,

when you told me that it was

a special secret one that could

only be kept between friends so

you suggested we

become aquainted.

I was so flustered, so embarassed

because I thought you were joking

playing with my feelings because

everyone does. But you said you

were serious and we became friends.

And we lit the candle together for the first time.

I was so overjoyed, so happy

that day we spent on the

beach and you taught me how

to walk without hurting my feet

on the sand and enjoy the

warmth of the summer sun.

I was so bewildered, so confused

when you told me you didn't like

hamburgers because you thought

the name was funny. And I laughed,

because you said you even

hated your hamburger scented

candle that you got from

your cousin Jim from Vancouver.

I was so depressed, so sad

for you in December when you said

your mom was sick and she would

be for a while. And we hugged holding

some candles, the ones you said you

lit when you were very sad.

I was full of wonder, so alive,

when you said "Merry Christmas"

and handed me a candle and a gift wrapped in

gold, and I told you I forgot to

get you something and you pretended

that you didn't mind. But I told you I was

playing a mean trick and pulled your gift out of its