“Did he say how to light?”
“You are the witch, you should know”
“But I tried and tried; even waved my fingers like the wicked witch of the west.”
“Maybe you are trying too hard”
“May be you are right.” Lizzy closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and blew on the candle.
“You did it! You are now a fully capable Witch!”
“Let’s try it again.” Lizzy clapped, grinning ear to ear.
As the kids practiced, downstairs Mrs. Windwhisper was tying a bandage around her husband’s thumb.
“Was it absolutely essential? Flipping the fire-coin through the roof to light your daughter’s first candle?”
Initially I thought of posting a poem. But it was written quite sometime back – and a bit longer than 100 word – if you wish you may read it here
You can see the other Fictioneer’s take from the froggy link below –