They flicker and dance as I twirl my skirt, lighter in hand. Pecking my finger on my chin, I study the array of colorful candles arranged on the table.
Some are scented like floras and fruits. Others are artfully designed to create shapes in their wax as they burn. A few were fancied for their adorable bows.
A quick spin of the lighter between my fingers, I wonder which to light up next, cautious and curious at the hanging thread. It's beside a little rounded blue candle, just a regular scented tropical. But my mind keeps straying to other smoldering possibilities.
Of course I know what will be dealt in the situation: who will be called, and the demand behind the logic and reason.
Sighing, I bend to light a tall white candle stick, intent on the flame.
Tonight it is candles. Perhaps curtains another day.