
Originally Posted by
Milady
Today, Milady, growing tired of always being without a lighter every time she most desperately needed one, lit a small tea light before her boyfriend departed for a long day at work, taking the lighter with him. The lighter itself was almost certainly oblivious to the ever present danger it was in, a danger that had brought the lives of its packmates to an end (or, at least, death is the best we could hope for those poor, imperiled lighters, lost somewhere in the void, having slipped unseen through one's pocket, or beneath a car seat). It would surely be unable to escape its fate, like so many before it. And without her fire starting friends, Milady stayed at home, wishing occasionally that she could light a candle, or perhaps a stick of incense. Alone she remained, with the boring, familiar, non-scent of her little apartment.
It was today that she stumbled across the little orange BIC, resting quietly on the table before departing for what could be its last day in the pocket of her boyfriend's jacket. Next to it, a set of candles from Christmas, with plenty of replacements. Swiftly, she lit a small candle and set it aside, determined to have the tiny flame available for lighting incense once she was finished with her cleaning for the day. And so was born Milady's small, flickering hope that she would soon be surrounded by a lovely fragrance.
With luck, she won't fall asleep watching EP LPs and burn the place down.