Charles, My Love…
As you already have come to learn, Chantelle most certainly was not an ordinary candle. She may very well have looked like one and she might also have smelled just like the candle your mother bought the other day, but, you must understand, there is more to life beyond what we see and what we smell.
Chantelle had thoughts and she had feelings too. You’ll find it hard to believe, but Chantelle also had a heart and she knew exactly what love was. In fact, she thought about it all the time and it always made her so happy to watch Susan, the salt-shaker, and Pete, the pepper-grinder, together at suppertime. They would talk about beautiful things and they simply went together, but Chantelle always said she was too busy for love. She worked much harder than Frank, the fork, and Karen, the knife. After suppertime, Frank and Karen were taken to the kitchen to be washed for the next day, but Chantelle burned brightly all night long.
The truth is that Chantelle was already as happy as she could be, because she lived to be the best and the brightest candle and she did it very well. She took her position at the Mason family’s table very seriously, indeed, but everything changed the night Charles came along. Who is Charles, you wonder?
Well, Mrs. Mason told her husband that a proper table-top should always have two candles, not just one, and so it happened that Charles, the new candle, arrived that night, much to Chantelle’s surprise. Charles was very handsome, indeed. He was blue and his scent was blueberry. Of course, Charles was a new candle and his Light was much brighter than Chantelle’s. Chantelle couldn’t help it. She looked at Charles and all she felt was jealousy, after all, her only dream was to be the best and brightest.
Chantelle and Charles sat in silence until Mr. and Mrs. Mason left the table. Chantelle broke the silence and said, “You know? Charles, is it? I absolutely loathe the smell of blueberries. They just disgust me.” This, however, was untrue. Chantelle loved the smell of blueberries more than anything. Before Charles had a chance to say anything at all, Chantelle turned her back on Charles and when she did, her flame blew out! Poof!
What was Charles to do? Well, let me tell you, he did the first thing that came to his mind. He leaned over and kissed Chantelle and set her aglow once again. Her eyes opened, bust she said nothing. Instead, Charles spoke and he said “Chantelle, your dreams are my dreams too. We are a team. We are a pair. If we work together, we can bring more light to the World, and together we will shine like the brightest lights.”
“Charles, I lied” said Chantelle. “I love the smell of blueberries. You understand me so well. Forgive me, please.”
“A million times forgotten, my dear”, said Charles.
It was then and there on top of the Mason’s table that Chantelle realized something. Perhaps she wasn’t so busy after all for a little bit of love. Charles leaned over once more and kissed Chantelle again. He wanted to give her all he had.
She looked at Charles and she said “Charles, my love…”
“Yes, my dear?” replied Charles.
Chantelle smiled and said, “That is all I have to say, because that is what you are. Charles, my love…”
The End
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