A Midnight Spotlight

I crept along the dark edge of the table runner until a tiny plastic tea light blocked my path. It looked fast asleep in the shadows, cold and quiet. I hesitated, tapping the rim with my broomstick just to make sure it was entirely harmless, then peered underneath. A miniature slide switch! With one brisk, dramatic shove of my wooden handle—*click*! A warm amber glow flared to life, casting an enormous witch-hat shadow clear across the wall behind me. The stage is officially lit!