Friday Fictioneers-Vanilla and Tabacco

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When an adolescent, I played in melted candle wax. Mom wasn’t around much at night, and I was easily bored. Entranced as solid became liquid, I’d light up a Benson and Hedges pilfered from a carton kept in the kitchen. One quick exhale extinguished the flame. Wick and cigarette smoke co-mingled in mid air, while I watched the wax begin to harden. Dipping my finger in, it became slick with oil. I smelled vanilla and burning tobacco, and I prayed Mom didn’t come home early. She’d no doubt question this quirk of mine.Β  That, or she’d kill me for smoking.

100 words/Genre: memoir

Thank youΒ  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. It is an honor and a privilege to have Ms. Rochelle critique my work. Please be sure to go to her page and read their stories too. We are a rather eclectic group and the genres run the gamut.

I welcome kudos and criticism. Happy reading.

35 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers-Vanilla and Tabacco

  1. I hadn’t heard Benson & Hedges in years. Isn’t that the one that was “a silly millimeter longer?” Great little snapshot of a teen home alone. I can relate. Well done, Renee.

    • Hello Dear,

      Yes you are right, they were a little longer than regular cigarettes. They were strong and tasted of fresh dirt. I loved smoking. I loved being alone too. I miss smoking. It’s been 14 years since I’ve had a cigarette, but I notice that I still inhale when watching someone smoke in a movie/tv show.

      Love, Renee

  2. Great job, Renee and such a great photo, too! You put me right in it and kept me there. I think it’s fun to have the pic of the week AND write a story around it. Fun!

    • Thanks for the kudos my friend. I’m not sure why I wrote what I did, but it sure was fun. Isn’t the pic cool? Candles are one of my favorite things. Not sure why the melting wax fascinates me so.

      Love, Renee

  3. A very sensual piece, Renee, and I think your character is definitely not the only one to play in hot wax. Loved the feel of this one … and I take it the photo’s yours too – fantastc

    • I appreciate your positive comment. The character is me. I was about 13 when this event took place. I was a fast girl. Now I like to take it slow.

      Yes, the photo is mine. I’m so excited by the story that came from it.

      Love, Renee

    • I’m so glad you liked it. It was all me. I was easily bored, and impulsive. Not a good combo, but I sure did have fun when I was a teenager.

      Love, Renee

    • Dear Judah,

      Thank you! I didn’t know how it would translate to the reader. I’m so glad that it seemed to convey exactly what I was feeling when the event took place.

      Love, Renee

    • Dear Patrick,

      I graduated to Marlboro when I got older. Still have a penchant for those purloined B&H’s though. I haven’t had a cigarette in 14 years. I miss it, but don’t miss the smoker’s hack.

      Love, Renee

    • Dear Freya,

      Thank you-so glad you liked the story. The photo sure was different, but I’m glad to read so many different stories that it prompted.

      Love, Renee

    • Dear Bjorn,

      I agree about smell evoking memories. Can you believe the scent of brown paper towel reminds me of grade school?

      Why am I not surprised you played in wax like I did? So glad you didn’t smoke. I believe you’re super cool without doing so.

      Thanks for liking my story my dear.

      Love,

      Renee

  4. Renee, Good memoir of youth. I didn’t smoke because of severe sinus problems but both my parents did. I suppose many people are fascinated by melting wax because they’re curious what shapes it’ll form. Well written.πŸ™‚

    Susan

    • Greetings Susan,

      It’s so fun to play in. I don’t smoke anymore. But I sure do miss it. If it wasn’t for all the health concerns I would still smoke. LOL

      Thanks for the kind comment about the story being well written. I sure do appreciate it.

      Love,

      Renee

  5. “A silly millimeter long, 101.” I remember the ads, too, though I only tried a cigarette once and that was enough for me. πŸ™‚ Your story uses the senses so well and conveys that teenage boredom and willingness to try things. Smoke is rather mesmerizing.

    janet

    • Dear Janet,

      I was always fascinated by fire. I still am. I loved the danger of it. The heat. The snap of the dry wood. And the way the embers crack and ascend into the air.

      I’m so glad that you liked the story. And I’m glad you didn’t continue smoking. I have to admit it did make this silly girl look cool.

      Love,

      Renee

  6. Dear Renee,

    Sorry dearie. No crit from me this week.πŸ˜‰ First thank you for the photo. Your timing was impeccable.
    Stellar description of playing with the hot wax, right down to the oily residue. Yes, I’ve done that, too.

    Not a word out of place. Great bit of writing. Don’t change a thing.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    PS Glad you quit smoking.πŸ˜€

    • Dearest Rochelle,

      I wish I was sitting beside you right now. I’d squeeze you tight and give you sweet kisses on you lightly moisturized cheek. You always know what to say to make me smile.

      It tickles me that you think my story was so good. It means so much to me. Glad you liked the photo. I sure did also.

      I’ll share a secret with you. I still like to play in hot wax. I adore the way the scent sticks to my skin. I can carry the memory of my quirk with me. Till I thoroughly wash my hands, at least.

      Fondly,

      Renee

      PS I’m glad I quit too. I sure do miss it though.πŸ˜‰

    • Hello Love,

      Thanks so much for your comment. I’m glad you could see what I wrote. I might have been stoned when I was playing in the wax. I just might have been.

      Love, Renee

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