A Hollowed Glow

Strolling back along the darkened cobblestones beneath the autumn night, a curious hollowed pumpkin rested upon a crooked wooden crate! Within its carved grin, a tiny unlit tallow stub sat waiting in the shadows. What an opportunity! Plucking a long wooden matchstick from a stray matchbox wedged between the crate's weathered planks, I struck it along the rough wood with grand theatrical precision. Fwump! A bright golden spark leaped to life! I carefully steered the flame through the pumpkin's wide jagged mouth, touching the wick until it caught with a triumphant flare. The grinning face instantly bathed the chilly stones in warm, dancing shadows!