Let There Be Light!

Author’s Note: this picture was so inspiring this week that I had to double-dip it. That said, both stories fit well with one another, so enjoy…. Backstory: Another tale in the ongoing saga of Emir & Zithri as they venture into recolonizing Terra Firma…

Part One…

Emri stood in the promenade, staring up at the lights. He’d always taken them for granted. Now, he looked at them in a different light. In a few minutes, they would be extinguished and the era of shipboard life would be ended. He’d come back to the ship for the last day’s festivities. After the lights were dimmed, they would be removed and transported down with the last load of what could be recycled. It was the ending of an era, and the beginning of a new one.

With a shaking hand, he reached out…

Click.

The world went dark.

Part Two…

Zithri twisted her hands; after all this time, they would have electric. It would only be what the generator could provide… but, there would be light. She’d missed the gentle glow in the evenings as they’d danced on the promenade or watched movies at the cinema complex. She felt a clogging in her throat and a burning in her eyes as Emri lifted the end of the cords and held them out to her.

‘Do you want to do the honors?’ He smiled.

‘Let’s do it together.’ She put her hands on his.

Light suddenly filled the room.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. This week’s photo has been graciously donated by: Liz Young.

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I am a middle aged wife who enjoys doing something different everyday.

21 thoughts on “Let There Be Light!”

    1. I had candles when I was young. The fumes off of kerosene always made me ill, and triggered my Mom’s asthma so we couldn’t use them.

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  1. Your first story is about lights being extinguished and your second is about them being restored after a period without artificial light. You’ve somehow managed to infuse both stories with the same sense of gentle melancholy. I liked both the stories.

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    1. Thank you, Penny. I’ve had a rough week with losing 3 friends to Covid, so was feeling rather melancholy when I wrote this. I was trying to infuse that hope was not lost with the first one, but was restored in the second.

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    1. I remember in 1988 (or around there) we had an ice storm that knocked out power and water to my home town for several weeks. With all the ice, it was easy to get water if you could build a fire to heat it on. Luckily, we had a handmade fire grill we used in summer and so we were good. But the town’s water tower froze and busted so our end of street was under many inches of ice from the overflow. I wasn’t home most of the time as I was out with fire and police directing traffic at the edge of town. Farmers allowed in, no one allowed out because the roads were just too dangerous. Almost got hit by a semi then, too.

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