To whom it may concern

Written for Day 10 of the 31_days October challenge. The prompt was "flickering candles", and let it be known I regret NOTHING about this.

The white tablecloth shone dimly in the unsteady light of a hundred flickering candles. The tiny dancing flames gleamed on the polished surface of the silver domes of a dozen serving dishes. On a side table occupying a shadowy corner, the faint strains of Billie Holiday whispered from the fluted horn of an old-fashion gramophone.

Bigfoot leaned back in a creaking metal folding chair, removing a blood-splattered floral pinafore from around her waist. She ran one huge hand through the bedraggled tuft of orange hair atop her head, accidentally dislodging the grimy pink bow tied there, and gave a low moan of dismay when she realized what she had done.

On the other side of the table, balanced precariously upon a stack of moldering cushions jammed into a scavenged armchair whose innards leaked through threadbare upholstery, a framed snapshot of Claude surveyed the scene with horror.