This is for Linda G. Hill’s Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday, and the prompt word is “blue.”
Sitting here in a coffee shop, I see no blue object to write about. Except my own poetry notebook, which has a dark-blue cover. It is an old book, repurposed. It used to be an old novel called The House of a Thousand Candles. In this iteration, it has been reincarnated as a notebook, filled with blank pages, but some of the story’s pages have also been retained. It makes me wish that I could read the whole story.
Mysterious tale:
Candles only light so much,
Knowledge limited
