This morning's prompt was 'candle'.

The reference actually involved hands around the candle in the gloom...

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Brenda held the candle cupped in her hands, feeling the warmth. She was trying to warm her soul as well, but that was a cold, dirty, tattered thing and the small flames didn't seem to reach inside.

Ben finished the work, doing what was decent and necessary, and sat down next to her on the pile of blankets which had seen better days and would be left behind when they left. Without a word he wrapped his arms around her.

There was nothing that needed saying, not in words. The silence was companionable, and by and by Brenda set the candle down and blew it out.