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Nutty the Slightly Unstable Dwarf |
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Birthday
A drabble
By Gumnut
Oct 2003
The flame flickered, teased by air movement.
Light was reflected upon a pale face, as the wind whistled through the trees overhead, dragging the heat from the night.
It was a birthday.
A day of birth.
Of rebirth.
Today was the anniversary of the day he decided not to follow his son.
So he lit a candle, and watched it struggle for life in the breeze.
It reminded him that there was always a fight to be won, a challenge to be met.
And a life to live.
The flame may flicker, but he would refuse to let it die.
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FIN
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