the light faded. its last moments captured in a jar, burning up the rest of the wick. the wax spent.
this is alchemy, she thought. the finality of light. a spark. a magic moment.
we are constantly on the search for light, she said allowed to the empty room. we are constantly on the search for something brighter instead of being enthralled with what we already have. we too often accept the mundane instead of allowing the magic in this world to overwhelm us.
the flame died away and the final spark withdrew.