Candles, Knives and a Sunday afternoon... (3)

Posted by Blubell on Sun 16 Dec 07, 4:05 PM to Blubell's blog.

I lit the candle, letting it warm for a while, mesmerised by the flame. Then, picking up the knife, I ran my fingers along the knife's blade, testing its edge. Just sharp enough for what I had in mind.

Placing my hand just to the side of where the first cut was to be, I took a deep breath and made my first incision. The knife glided as if going through butter. A wry smile crossed my lips as I moved the blade along, cutting with confidence. Every stroke landing with precision, every cut filling me with pleasure. I had temporarily forgotten about the flame, being totally engrossed in the glint of the blade. I blew it out before it burned any lower, then with a flick of the wrist, I emptied out the candle's contents all at once, delighting in the splatter and the pattern it made.

Satisfied I had done all I needed to, I stood back and admired my work. A smug look on my face.

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You see the candle had been a fat one and the wick had burned a tunnel into the middle, making it impossible to use, therefore if I was to go on enjoying the scent of the rose petals, I had to cut off the excess wax from the top, making it usable again.

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Blu x

Edited Sun 16 Dec 07, 4:13 PM by Blubell