Crimson Candles
5 min readJan 15, 2021
Tony and Michelle drove to the mountain again. They held hands, but it was perfunctory, not even tradition so much as muscle memory.
“You don’t think he’ll really show, do you?” Tony asked.
Michelle’s hand stayed limp in his own. “It doesn’t matter. We still have to go. We still have to try.”
Tony figured she was right about that. If they did have any traditions, it was going to the…