Wow!! This is the kind of paranormal fiction I love most!
... a ripple was created by a dangerous idea floating around waiting for someone to pick up on it. When no one did, it just vanished. This did not make much sense to Maggie. What business do ideas have floating around like dandelion seeds spreading with the wind? Could her own ideas escape the confines of her mind and wander into the world?
I've wondered if thoughts can float like dust motes in the air, or like radiowaves, and if some people can pick them up ("receivers") while most people are not tuned to the right frequency to be telepathic. Not that it makes sense. But if our brains are a hive of electromagnetic activity... circuitry, neurons, all that inscrutable scientific stuff... well, I want to see more of this grandma and this young heroine!