Flicker
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The match’s kiss upon the tinderbox sparked briefly, as the man-willed flame manifest in the musty air of the derelict cabin. The previously birthed flame of the candle in the window battled the entrenched darkness of the cabin interior, awaiting reinforcement against the assembled gloom. Flickering and dancing gently, tantalized by the whispered wind infiltrating the cracked window panes and skewed frames. At last, the spark saw fit to heed the call to live and took hold of the wick within a second candle. The assembled group, three in all, took the lit candles, using them to ignite two others sitting idle on the fireplace mantle.