Candle snuff

Day 127 #365DaysWild

Candle snuff!!

The weird and unique forms of the fruiting bodies of fungi.

Deserving of a Dickensian character. 

A dusty clerk stoops at his desk, quill in hand at dusk, a candle guttering.

‘Candle-Snuff’ his master wheezed. ‘Have you not finished that meagre pile of copying yet sir?!’.

‘It is almost complete Mr Inkcap’.

‘Almost?! Almost?! Indeed you vex me sir. Truly. For what do I pay you two shillings a day to then only be granted a grudging ‘Almost’!!’