Power

“I don’t care how it works,” she sneered.

He coiled the cord up meticulously. “You should.”

She threw a hand dismissively. “It works. Who cares why?”

The plug swung tick-tock. He wiped his bald pate with a handkerchief.

She wasn’t looking. Engrossed in her own little world.

His hand flipped the first switch. “Might not always work.”

The reflection in the mirror was hypnotic. Skirts twirled. A giggle.

A second switch toggled.

Still, she was oblivious. She smiled at her reflection, fully self-absorbed.

The final switch flipped to off. The darkness was absolute. Cold and alone, the power was gone.

(100 words)

Picture linked via Addicted to Purple.

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