Birthday

By: Steve Fite

Jack sat in the dark, only the illuminated candle sitting on top of a store-bought muffin provided any light.  He half-heartedly thought about singing “Happy Birthday” to himself since he had gone this far, but chose against it.

“Not dignified,” he thought.  He watched the candle burn for just a second before using a small puff of air to extinguish the flame.

He clapped twice in rapid succession, cueing the lights to come on.  He chuckled lightly at the gimmick purchased to bring a smile to other people, knowing he’d be the only one to see it.

He sighed lightly.

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