I'm resting in my armchair, reading an interest piece in the New York Times, when all of a sudden, the lamp beside me begins to flicker.
"Magna, get some candles ready!" I yell down the hallway. "The power is getting ready to go out, I can just feel it!"
The flickering of the lamp is ominous. I set my paper aside and head to the window. The first place to lose its power is Al's Used Cars. The lights disappear in a domino effect, building to building, quickly approaching our apartments. I hear Magna rushing down the hallway, but before she can find any candles to light, darkness washes over the room.
"Crap," Magna mutters under her breath.
"It's okay, we'll just wait it out," I assure her.
I roll closer to the window and hoist it open. I stick my head out for a better view. The traffic lights have gone out now. The only place that seems to have electricity is the doughnut shop. The sign on the front of the building shines like a beacon of light, and I notice many people approaching the shop, trying to be a part of its warmth. Someone leaves the door open in an attempt to welcome people inside. I catch the scent of dough in the air. I close the window quickly; I never cared much for doughnuts.
"Magna, get some candles ready!" I yell down the hallway. "The power is getting ready to go out, I can just feel it!"
The flickering of the lamp is ominous. I set my paper aside and head to the window. The first place to lose its power is Al's Used Cars. The lights disappear in a domino effect, building to building, quickly approaching our apartments. I hear Magna rushing down the hallway, but before she can find any candles to light, darkness washes over the room.
"Crap," Magna mutters under her breath.
"It's okay, we'll just wait it out," I assure her.
I roll closer to the window and hoist it open. I stick my head out for a better view. The traffic lights have gone out now. The only place that seems to have electricity is the doughnut shop. The sign on the front of the building shines like a beacon of light, and I notice many people approaching the shop, trying to be a part of its warmth. Someone leaves the door open in an attempt to welcome people inside. I catch the scent of dough in the air. I close the window quickly; I never cared much for doughnuts.
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