He shook his head. "I saw you lighting a candle. Come here."
"I like candles. They're pretty."
He ran his hands through her hair. "You like their flicker. You like their transience. I understand."
"There's something you should know about me," she said. "I'm a bit of an arsonist. Not serious. I wasn't going to burn down the church. But I am turned on by fire."
He laughed and kissed her face. "Hush," he said. "Hush, my love."
In the morning he woke to twin realizations. The first was that she had left him. The second was that his sheets were on fire.
- From The Finkler Question by Howard Jacobson