streetlight

If the streetlight stayed off, she decided, she’d go to the bar and sleep close to the doorway. If it came back on, she’d take her chances at the library.

As she waited for her decision to be made, she forced herself to think only of the streetlight. She never dwelled on how she ended up here. but at times like these, it was impossible not to remember her huge warm bed or the dry, and earthy smell of her down comforter under which she’d snuggle.

No! She yanked her mind back to the streetlight.
Count to twenty, she thought. If it stays off until then – decision made!

The streetlight flickered on. Then once more, off. She waited.
Counting more slowly now.
Thirteen – fourteen – fifteen.
Suddenly, the light popped on, brighter than before. But hadn’t she already known what to do?

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Amna Mohamed says:

    The concept of marrying photography and story telling is really unique and extremely given to creativity.
    You have first of all , to have the germ of an idea and then find the exact photograph and go from there.
    But better yet is to look at a photograph and allow your mind to wander down the highways and byways of the space where all the ideas dwell. Search for the ones that will bring this union together in a way that will bring forth an offspring that will cause people to turn around and look and wonder.
    Enough of the metaphor.
    You’re a good writer.

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  2. Hessaun says:

    This is utterly beautiful

    Liked by 1 person

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