Scented Candles

My Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cent/scent/sent.” Use them in any way I like. I can use one, use two or use them all. Bonus points if you use all three in my story.

‘I sent you out for some change for the yard sale and and came back with a scented candle,’ Stella said, looking a the candle in her husband’s hand.

‘It only cost ten dollars and ten cents,’ Bob said. ‘I thought we could jazz the place up a bit. I mean all this place smells of is our dog. We need something if we are sell our house.’

‘True, but we are going to a yard sale. I’m pretty sure we will be able to get a scented candle there.’

‘Not like this one.’

‘Why? What’s so special about this candle.’

‘It smells like coffee and freshly baked bread. I mean if you are cooking, even baked bread will be a step too far. The last time you tried making a cake with our granddaughter it was like a pancake.’

‘You are the better cook, we both know that. I’m just trying to save money, not spend it. Why don’t you cook the cake with her next time.’

‘Did you have any money spare?’

He holds out his hand and a scattering of coins were in his palm. Maybe they would stay at home today instead. There was a cake mix in the cupboard. She would invite her granddaughter over and they could bake a cake together while she was in the other room writing.