100 Word Stories

Every five minutes, the strange man in the top hat pulls a lit candle out of his coat, bends over, and places it on the ground.

He stands back up, and then waits.

For five minutes.

Then, he does it all over again.

Where he's getting these candles, I have no idea.

But he's been doing it for a while. There's at least a mile of candles along the Interstate.

Strange thing - it's windy out, but the candles stay lit.

Nobody's stopping, either. They're just driving by, completely ignoring the weird scene on the side of the road.

Their loss.