At the turn of the 20th century, the last candle yearned to have its master and mistress light its wick and revel in the beauty of its flame. It wanted to be used as had its ancestors.
For decades, the candle sat on a shelf holding up books. It seemed to be ignored. Then the candle witnessed electrification that lit its home with light that needed no candles.
But one night, a thunderstorm raged. There was a particularly loud crack from lightning, and then... .
