Candlelight Song
Oct 18th, 2017 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The first night we moved into our new home, we heard singing from the house next door. I went to the window and saw a woman singing on the second floor. She held a single candle in her hand.
As the weeks passed, we heard the singing every night, the same song, the same window, the same candlelight. I might have imagined it, but the singing seemed to be becoming louder.
Now, each night, I sit at my window and sing that song, a single candle my only source of light. I have not seen my wife in many years.
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