Lights Out

A very vivid imagination can be a curse. I can conjure whole fantastical universes from a single odd event. Take this one, for instance:

Yesterday, I walked the dog. Hold on, stop laughing, that’s not the fantastical part. This is--as I walked along under a streetlight, the lamp went out. Not convinced this is a strange story? Happens all the time, right? But wait, I’m getting to the good part … I keep walking and when I'm about fifteen feet away the lamp comes back on. I turn and stare at the bright thing. Not a flicker, not a waver, just lovely bluish fluorescent light.

Okay, I agree, still not very strange. There can be all sorts of reasons a light would go on and off. Except, when I circled the block with the dog and came back past the light again, the exact same thing happened. Naturally skeptical, I stood forty feet away for about ten minutes and waited to see if the light went out while I wasn't near it. It didn't. So, I walked back to the light and--lo and behold--it winked out and didn't come on again until I walked away.

My brain, being a writer’s brain, came up with all sorts of possibilities for why this would occur. Coincidence, obviously. Flawed lightbulb. Electromagnetic energy. Psychic phenomena. I’m in the middle of writing a paranormal romance, so I went with psychic phenomena. What do you think?