My uncle tells the story about 2 1965 corvettes he once owned. They were his pride and joy. Then one day they caught fire. He never said why but when the firemen showed up to put them out, one remarked, “Boy, they sure burn pretty.”
It is a wonder my uncle didn’t go to jail for murder.
I was told that story before I was a teen and it has stuck with me. When I lit the candle my son gave me for my birthday, I noticed the striations of color the once all-blue candle made.
And sure enough, in the back of my head, I thought, Boy, that sure burns pretty.
Until next time.
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About Linda Andrews
Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal."
All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house?
If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
Linda Andrews 