Write four lines of prose about: a lonely light.
Tomorrow is Max's third birthday. How odd. It's also his last birthday as an only child. Stranger still.
The plan is to go to a swimming pool at one of the local hotels with his cousin in the morning (he went there once a few weeks back with Kat and a few other moms and their young'uns and he utterly loved it). Then we're all gathering at Kat's parents house for dinner - his aunt, his uncle, his cousin, his grandma, his papa, and his parents. He has requested roasted chicken for his birthday dinner and we're picking up a cake from the bakery for dessert.
Should be a good day. I hope he enjoys it.
He is alone now. All of his compatriots have faded away or guttered out. Now he is the last, lonesome candle fighting back the black of night.
And he is growing so very, very tired...