28 September 2012
The light. The bulbs of hope and pleasure. We stand in the store, one of us talking with a manager whilst the rest keep watch. They disappear into a back room for a second then reemerge. We quickly rush out the shop and sprint down the side alleys. We stop. He pulls out the box a pops it open. Inside wrapped in a snow white blanket it lies. It is pulled out tenderly, expensive and delicate just like the real thing. They hand it to me. Expectation all around, the leader nods, he got this one for me. I place the end of the bulb between my teeth. Instantly it lights, the warm golden glow lights us and I feel the electricity surge through me down to the ends of my legs and fingers. Then in front of me she stands, more beautiful than ever. Her eyes and smile more perfect than an Angels. She walks toward me. Stretches out her hand to mine, we touch. Then the bulb explodes in a surge of power and everything is plunged into darkness.
Future - The Bulbs • Opuss № I