Frank's Bride Seeking Warmth

A tiny breath parted my lips... and my fingers felt light. So quiet here, under the cold blue stone wall. I lifted my right hand just an inch, gently reaching toward the candelabra on the stone ledge beside me. The yellow flame stirred, casting a golden hue over my bandages. It was warm. I lowered my hand back to my chest, letting the soft glow keep me company in the stillness.