FicWad

The only light in the room was cast by the soft red-orange glow of a single candle. Rain fell heavily outside, and occasional flashes of lightning brightened the room, the thunder that followed breaking the silence. A lone figure sat at the plain wooden table, watching the candle fire, staring, sometimes ghosting a finger over the flame, feeling it hot against his fingertip then watching it dance away. A sudden gust of wind blew through the open window, spattering droplets of water on the sill and the floor beneath. The candle flickered once before going out. Darkness. Still he stared.