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.