tiny little flames { icarus / willow }
Nov 1, 2023 9:56:55 GMT -5
Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Nov 1, 2023 9:56:55 GMT -5
I never understood why we opened during the Games. It just feels so inconsiderate! What do you mean, we're just selling candles while people are dying? Not that not selling candles saves lives, but like, I don't know! I would much rather give them a goodie basket of smaller candles. It won't help much. But at least the sweet smell of vanilla would help ease the pain of a dead kid!
Right?
Ugh, I don't know. It sucks to try and make a case for it. Dad just says "it's business" and that just sounds so mean.
One of our regulars got reaped. That's probably the biggest upset in this tiny little strip of a building. The narrow walls were familiar with Antigone. She was always a really nice girl. Came in and bought candles frequently, but we weren't friends. I don't have many friends sadly, but she's pretty close to one. It's never really been my place to ask about why. She must just really like candles, or something.
It's day one of the Games. In the corner of the narrow building, a small television sits with the Games playing. Low to try and not take away from business, it's some added security from the new industry. We don't know if the Peacekeepers are expecting us to stream it. That small television goes to provide some coverage over our butts. I turned up our typically low ambiance of radio static and news updates to cover the noise. It's hard to watch a regular like that. She was a person, just like me.
The door rings, a jingle, and a boy steps in. He's cautious at first glance. Watching over everything with a curious look, maybe he needs help. "Hi!" My voice perks, despite the gloomy occasion. "Can I help you find something?" Maybe this is what I needed to distract myself. I wonder what brings him in.