Who will burn?
There I sat, continuously watching people buzz by, waiting for anyone to notice me. It had been 234 days since someone took the time to glance in my direction. I always ensured my pretty glass exterior was beautiful for people to observe. It showed just enough to wonder about what the sparkly, opaque facade was covering from the rest of the world. Finally, on day 235, you walked by, hoping to find something pretty to liven up your apartment. Something you wouldn’t mind looking at. Something you thought smelled nice. Something you would use to create a wonderful living environment. That’s when you looked behind my seller’s counter to the shelf I was sitting on. You were the first person to ever ask the seller to take me off my shelf. I left a ring of dust behind, a reminder of the years I waited for this moment. You asked, “How much for the beautiful candle?” You called me beautiful. Nobody ever called me beautiful before.
“How much are you willing to pay for it?” my seller asked. I don’t think my seller ever determined my price, believing I would stay on that dust-ridden shelf forever.
“I’ll pay five bucks for the candle,” you responded. A whole five bucks. I could only imagine how generous of a person you were to spend a whole five dollars for me.
