The Story

I placed a lighted tea lite candle in a small but chunky glass holder on a wobbly liitle shelfy thing.

Sometime later I knocked said wobbly little shelfy thing and the small but chunky glass holder and the lighted tea lite candle flew into the right lens of my spectacles, splashing it with wax before a ricochet to the dolly below, dashing off both her feet with one blow.

I thought I’d take the feet for a walk in the garden before sticking them back on.

The End