Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I went with C. to let the realtor in. As we sat in her grandmother's living room, something caught my eye. In the fireplace I saw a white, flickering light. I brought my curious observation to C's attention, thinking that perhaps there was one of those fake logs that had gone crazy. She saw nothing. Later when I was approaching the living room from the hallway I half-wondered if I would catch another glimpse of the flickering things. As soon as that thought cropped up I was surprised to find another flickering light humming around the fireplace and up the chimney.