Two-minute writing exercise
The scent wafts past me, the slightly sweet but a familiar smell of cherry flavoured sweets from childhood.
The candle feels heavy in my hand, the glass it’s incased in smooth to the touch, disturbed only by the label on the front.
I want to light it and see what happens to that scent – does it change, deepen, sweeten? But I don’t want to ruin the smoothness and perfection of the wick, pure and untouched.