[The sacred flames] by Lex T. Lindsay
The sacred flames measured important timelines.
“What is this one?” The novice pointed to a green candle the size of a mountain.
“The time until the end of days,” the master said. “Burning skies. Boiling seas.”
“And this one?” A single yellow taper.
“The time until supper.”
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Lex T. Lindsay's interests include cats, tats, and fun hats. She loves the color green. Find more of her microfiction at 50-Word Stories or get into something longer in Glass and Gardens: Solarpunk Winters (World Weaver Press). Tweets @LexTLindsay.
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