Laughter echoes throughout the room. The joyous sound echoing off the cream and silver wallpaper, making the chandelier sway about. The laughter dies away and an erie silence falls over the room. Heads turn towards me. The sound of footsteps drifting away breaks the silence. A mysterious tall uneven wooden stick is taken out of it’s home. The sticks red top glistens in the air. I hold my breath as the monster of a tool comes nearer. The monster strikes. Not me, but the side of a box. A glimmering form begins to appear. The orangish color of it brightening the room. The flickering flames find their target. Despite it’s violent struggle the tall blue and white striped solider can not resist the fire. The fire finds the soldiers thin black head and hungrily devours the soldiers wax. A puff of air blows out the red tipped wooden stick. Clammy fingers reach towards the ignited candle and pick it up. The frightening flames consume another solider, then another. Soon all of the eleven soldiers are on fire. The top of the blue purple poka dotted circular fortress is ablaze with the burning soldiers. The giants around seem to take no notice. They break into song. The harmony of there voices settle around the room and into the little girls ears for whom the song was meant for. As the last whips of the line happy birthday fade away on the wind, an icy silence settles in. This one stronger than the one before. The girl smiles and takes a breath. She looks around at the beaming faces and decides to make a wish. The room is silent when the girl inhales. The flames fade away when she exhales, into the crisp september twelfth air.
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