Haunted

The man confessed. Confessed to being ‘haunted’ by a candle wick.

What?

But it was just a story. An abridged version of the story. And my teacher explained how he could be haunted by a candle and its wick.

Or at least tried to.

At the end, when it all made sense, it didn’t. It was clear that he was haunted by the candle and its wick considering how close to death he had come. Yet, it was only a candle.

Was it?

Now, faced with my own haunting candle wick, I believe. And I understand.

There are no ghosts. Monsters are a thing of the past. Memories are enough.

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