Burned Out

by Krista Yoder

Don't bother trying to have a dreamy, romantic, candlelit dinner with teenage boys. All they will want to do is set their cups on top the candles’ flames to see what it will do, or flick their fingers through the flames to see if it will burn them, or rest their spoons in the flames to watch it turn black. They’ll probably even knock over a glass of water, trying to do something with a flame. We weren’t trying to have a dreamy, romantic meal, but I’m just telling you in case you wanted to. It was candlelit, though, because the ceiling light had flicked off once again, totally disregarding the claim on the box that said it would last 40 years. We had thought we’d be in our 70’s before we had to think about the kitchen light again.

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Krista Yoder hasn’t published anything to speak of. You can’t follow her anywhere, unless it’s up and down the stairs and out to the garden. Her work has appeared, or in a sense, dissapeared, in the lives of her seven precious children.