FLASH FICTION The Corpse Candles Follow Not the Flame The candle appeared on the third night. Elin first saw it through her cottage window, floating just above the dry stone wall that marked the edge of her father’s pasture. A bluish flame, no wick, no lantern—only light, trembling slightly in the windless dark. At first, … Continue reading The Corpse Candles: “Follow Not the Flame”