Unnaturals

It all started with candles. No matter where we lived, our house always smelled. So, my mom began lighting candles. I became mesmerized by the little dancing flames and the wisps of smoke curling towards the ceiling. Something, I'm not exactly sure what, dragged my hand into the flame. I cried out, expecting pain, but I didn't feel anything. I put my finger into the candle flame and felt nothing. Eager to test how far I could withstand the fire, I grabbed one of my mom's old lighters and a notebook and ran outside. Crumbling the notebook paper, I made a pile of kindling. I lit one paper ball and watched the flames spread.