SMOKE WITHOUT FIRE
(A True Experience)
by Kenneth B. Pritchard
I chanced to be alone at the time. I was just about to enter the kitchen of the house. I opened the door and went in.
I glanced over toward the gas stove near a window. Close to it a cloud of smoke streamed upward. It had the appearance of an easy rolling mass just expelled from the lungs of a smoker. I also compared it to a match that had just been extinguished. In fact, I thought that a mouse had lit one.
I went to the stove, which had not been used for some hours, and looked for a match recently ignited, or even for some oily substance which the sun might have caused to smoke.
Everything was cold. The sun had not warmed anything. No match had been lit. But, I had seen smoke rising!
A friend of mine saw smoke rise in front of her, also. She too, could ascertain no reason or source.
What then really happened? Is it some indigenous quality of the air that was the cause?