100wc …as the flame flickered and then went out…

Trembling anxiously, a pair of suspicious men glared angrily at me -sending a spine-chilling shiver down my arched back. As a black blanket painted the sky, I lit a small candle and carefully laid it down on the dusty, oak windowsill. Darkness drowned me; fear grasped me; I raced back home. Darting up the silent street, fire-engines bolted towards the devastating scene. Spraying rapidly, giant hoses showered soapy foam onto the massive flames. My eyes were drawn to the annihilating fire as the flame flickered and then went out. This all started because of my one tiny, little, small flame.

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