Riley Wickham was a man at odds with his life. Instead of looking forward, he looked back. Rather than feel excitement for what could be, he was sad about what no longer was. Riley didn’t enjoy the present and preferred to dwell on the past. He stopped planning for the future, no longer had hopes, or remembered to dream.
Riley lived alone in a small cabin, which overlooked a quiet lake. There was a time when he’d take long walks in the woods, fish in the water, and grow fresh vegetables in the garden. From his fruit trees, he’d make delicious pies which he’d drive into town to sell at the local market. Riley would call his children every day, send the occasional email, and brush his two cats, Oscar and Orion, with much enthusiasm. Now the garden was overgrown and the fruit trees diseased. His kitchen was as dusty as the flour he’d once used for his pies and his fishing gear was put away. His computer sat covered in the corner and his answering message was full of un-played messages. Oscar and Orion were still brushed but Riley’s strokes were listless and their fur lost its shine. Mostly Riley would sit on the front porch for hours, just looking out at the trees and listening to the sounds of the forest. Evenings, he’d heat canned soup and read history books by candlelight.
Riley was not an old man. He’d worked hard and fast and earned an early fortune which brought security for his family. He’d amicably parted from his last wife, sold his company, and retired to this cabin with a few good decades of living ahead of him. Riley should have been happy and grateful but, for whatever reason, he wasn’t. He’d lost his appreciation for life and was letting time waste away.
One particular night, following yet another day on the porch, Riley was heating broth when he heard a knock on the door. At first he ignored it but the knocking became insistent. Annoyed, he switched off the burner and opened the door. Standing in the doorway stood a woman with a very unusual appearance. She was disturbingly thin with pale, almost transparent skin. Her eyes burned black and her hair was a mantle of flaming red. A long gray cloak covered her which draped to the floor.
“What can I do for you?” Riley asked the strange woman.
“May I please come in?” she asked in a low voice, “There’s been an accident and I’d like to use your phone.”
Riley paused for a moment. For whatever reason, he felt strongly that he didn’t want to let her into the house.
“Please?” She asked. “I just want to call for help.”
He sighed and opened the door wider. “I suppose if there was an accident, then it’s all right.”
As she glided into the house, Riley was disturbed to notice how incredibly tall she was – probably the tallest person he’d ever seen.
“Was anyone hurt?” Riley inquired.
The woman stopped and looked at him.
“In the accident…was someone hurt?” He asked again.
She hesitated a moment before slowly replying. “Yes. I rather think they were, but I think they’ll be all right.”
Riley gestured to the phone and went back into the kitchen to put his soup back on. Stirring the broth, he felt uneasy. When he didn’t hear her talking he went back into the living room to see what she was doing. The woman was standing in the center of the room, staring at a candle he’d lit earlier. She looked up at him and, once more, he felt uncomfortable – almost…afraid.
“Did you make your calls? Were you able to get some help?” He asked.
“I love candles” she said, turning her black eyes toward him. They were like pools of ink poured into the hollows of her face.
“I know you like them too Riley.” She said.
Riley took a step backwards, towards the kitchen. “I didn’t tell you my name.” He said slowly, “How do you know who I am?”
The woman smiled. “It’s not important how I know you. What matters is why I’m here and what I’m going to do to you.” she said.
“Look, accident or not, I’d really like you to leave” Riley responded, walking to open the door, “Now.”
“Oh I’m not going anywhere Riley,” she replied, “In fact, from what I’ve learned about you, I rather think I’ll be here awhile.”
She reached into her cloak and took out a twisted stick. Carved into it were words and strange symbols that Riley couldn’t make out. She pointed the stick at him with one hand and Riley was startled to see her put her other hand directly into the flame of the candle.
“And now, it’s your turn to call for help” she said.
Before Riley could react to her words, a stream of light came from the stick and hit him straight in the chest. He felt a horrible burning sensation and cried out in pain. His body felt as if it was on fire and he was blinded by the brightness which consumed him. Before he lost consciousness, he felt as if his body was folding into itself, almost…melting
When Riley regained awareness, he was horribly hot and his limbs felt bound to his body. He no longer had eyes to open but somehow still had sight. He saw things through a bright, flickering light – candlelight, he realized with shock. Horrified, Riley realized he no longer had a body but was somehow part of the candle. Trapped in a wax prison, he burned.
He heard laughter and the woman came into focus, although now she looked different. She wore simple clothing and her wild red hair was tucked neatly into a bun. “Well Riley,” she said, “I hope you’re comfortable.”
She went into his kitchen and he heard the sounds of soup being prepared. Riley couldn’t speak and slowly lost consciousness again.
When Riley woke again, his candle was out and the cabin was cool and quiet. From the sunlight coming through the window, he could tell it was early morning. He heard a humming outside and movement in the garden. This continued for some time and eventually, there was a step on the porch and the front door opened. The woman entered and was carrying his gardening tools. Dirt was smeared on her forehead and she was perspiring, as if she’d been hard at work.
“You should really be ashamed of yourself Riley,” She reprimanded him. “That garden will take me weeks to bring back.”
She shook her head, “And all that beautiful basil gone to seed.”
She put down her tools and went into the utility room, where he heard the sound of running water. Later that day, she swept the porch clean and brushed Oscar and Orion until they gleamed. When the cats were snapping in a spot of sun, she took out flour and apples and began to make a pie.
“Riley, you have seriously neglected those fruit trees. I’ve done what I could do save them and for now, bought a bushel of apples in town to make a few treats.” She continued talking to him as she made pies, turnovers, and strudel. As the sun set, she tossed aside his history books and uncovered his laptop.
“Time to get reconnected with the world,” she said, “I’m going to poke around on this machine for awhile but first, want to make the room cozy.” Striking a match, she leaned over him. While it didn’t hurt this time, Riley was sickened by the sensation of part of him dripping away.
In the days that followed, the woman fished in his lake and brought her baked goods into town for sale.
“I made some good friends there Riley,” she said, “I explained you’d gone away somewhere warm and I was staying in at your place until you got back.”
She laughed and leaned forward to smell his candle. “Not bad. Although truthfully Riley, I prefer a scent that’s a bit more vanilla.”
For the next few weeks, things continued much the same way. The woman took over his cabin and his world, doing all the things which he should have done. During the day she baked pies, tended the garden, cared for his cats, and made friends in town. While each night, she burned a little more of him away.
Riley was trapped and helpless. He could do nothing but watch the woman and lament his loss. Anxiously he’d wait for the setting sun, knowing that in the evenings, he’d melt down, smaller and smaller.
When all that was left of Riley was a blackened wick in a small pool of wax the woman drew close and looked at him.
“Well Riley, it looks like this is it for you,” She said, “You’re really going to go out in a blaze, but I wouldn’t say there’s much glory.”
“Although when you think about it Riley,” She continued, “These last few weeks weren’t that much different than before my visit. You were still letting your life waste away but this time, I did it for you.”
She sighed, “It would all be such a shame,” she continued, “Unless, of course, you’ve learned something from this.”
With one hand she took out the twisted stick and with the other, touched the match to him. What once had been Riley Wickham, the candle, faded away in a final flame.
When Riley next opened his eyes he was back in his body! The cabin was empty, the sun shining bright, and the woman was gone. Indeed there was no sign that she’d ever been there at all.
In the days and years that followed, Riley approached his life with vigor. Gone were empty days and he valued every minute that he had. Riley went back to work as a part-time consultant for his former company. He also became a professional fisherman, who traveled the world with his fluffy companions, Oscar and Orion. Back at the cabin, he cultivated an apple orchard of fruit-trees which yielded crops that people would come to pick in season. During his visits, he’d bake pies that he’d bring to the town’s farmer’s market, along with baskets of fresh-grown vegetables. In the evenings, Riley would make himself a hearty dinner – never soup, and wrote down plans of all the places he wanted to go and things to do. Riley’s ambitions took him far and wide; however he always came back to his small cabin in the woods, on shores of the peaceful lake. He appreciated the lesson he learned from the woman and going back served as a reminder to live the rest of his days to the fullest. When asked, he’d tell people “Being here lit a fire in me. One which I hope never goes out.”
Copyright Cathy Predmore, 2010. All rights reserved.