|Copyright - Renee Heath|
Staring at the wax congealed on the tabletop, the waiter found it a fitting analogy for the wrinkled, liver-spotted entourage that had so recently cavorted here. In reality they were as spent and wasted as the candle’s essence, clinging to a solidity they no longer possessed.
Granted, a 50th wedding anniversary was an event of some import but hardly worth the undignified behavior of the revelers.
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction photo prompt.