The Lighter

The dresser was clearly visible in the purple moon light that spilled in through the window. Pintu, his ears still damp from his tears, walked directly to it. He stood there facing it for a moment, memories rushing to him. He dragged a chair across the wooden floor and pushed it against the dresser. He climbed upon it and opened the top drawer. Inside was the lighter. Although he was sad he was not without hope. He knew where Mike was and he knew that he would be ok. The lighter shined in the dark drawer and Pintu’s eyes followed.