“These are funky. I wonder what they were used for, these, what did the man call them? Lamps? And what’s that thing there in the pink one? Isn’t that illegal? Do you think these things were seized from criminals on Earth Outpost? Do you think they were used to commit some sort of mass destruction? Harold? Are you listening to me? I’m talking to you, Harold. Answer me!”
“Why would they auction weapons of mass destruction? Honestly Carol, you’re not the brightest bulb in the box.”
Harold had no idea where that expression came from, but it sounded about right.
This is my contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers hosted by the ever clever and talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo provided by the generous Dawn M. Miller. I think the lamps look like ladies wearing ridiculous hats and blank expressions. The photo reminds me of growing up in houses that weren’t wired for overhead lighting and how lamps were essential. Of course, today’s homes are wired for everything. CAT 5 wiring delivers the lifeblood we all depend upon to keep us connected to the outside world.
It is fun to think about what the future holds. Will everyone on the planet someday have a safe place to call home? Will homes glow in the dark? Will humans occupy and subdue/destroy other planets? Will lessons learned light the way to a bright future? Can you tell I am in student mode? I am currently studying the human side of disaster, civic engagement, and mediation. It’s an interesting time in my life, lots of change happening. I may not contribute to FF as often as I’d like, but when I do, I’ll try to make it worth your time. Thanks for reading.
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