Not A Story

I wrote some text:

Her name was Candela Nutts although not many people knew this fact. She didn’t much care about what people thought of her but she neither needed or wanted the added complications of having a name that inferred being, if you were extremely lucky, small, crunchy and edible. So she tried being Candela for a while and failed because everyone just called her Candle. She could live with that and at least now no one would ever know.

The man sitting in the chair in front of her knew and that worried her. “But enough with the pleasentries, Miss Nutts,” he said. Without even a hint of a smile, Candle noticed. That worried her even more.

Now only 74870 words to go before my new novel is finished.