Sunday, 15 April 2012

An Outage

Tight deadlines kept looming in. Her planner looked disgruntled with over-booked appointments. Work was almost always on her mind.

He was working on his PhD in Philosophy and had gotten used to having conversations with Descartes and Nietzche at the dinner table.

It was 8:30pm. She stepped into the apartment and walked straight to the kitchen, scrolling through the New York Times on her iPad. She gave him a wry smile, mechanically picked out a pack of frozen selects and dumped them into the microwave.

“Wow! They’re expecting a complete power outage in the city tonight!!” she gasped, mentally calculating the amount of work she had left until the next day.

Before he could respond to her, the lights made a slight hissing sound and the bulbs began to flicker. Within seconds they sat there in total eclipse, fumbling around familiar objects within the unaccustomed shadow within their space.

He reached out for the first drawer but couldn’t locate the torch or the spare candles that were still there before her last birthday. She panicked and grumbled, irritated at him for not being prepared for this in time.

He came over to her side and held her by the shoulders, concerned that she might trip over the paraphernalia in the dark. They stood there in complete silence, which was only broken by the soft whistles of the wind that came from the draft above the kitchen table.

He calmly pulled out his cellphone as his guiding light, and rummaged through the refrigerator for baby spinach, plum tomatoes, red onions and cottage cheese, dicing the ingredients before they were tossed in with olive oil and some seasoning.

He poured two glasses of zinfandel with their meal, and switched on her eReader.

Eating quietly with make-shift candles in the dark, they sat there in absolute serenity having a meaningful iPad-light dinner.

*For 3WW
**Photo Credit



  1. now what will they do when their batteries die

  2. Hehe! Let's hope that one lasts till their meal does ;) Thanks for your note :)

  3. Such a powerful commentary on our dependence on the grid. Honestly, between computers and Smart Phones, I don't see anyone engaged in meaningful conversation anymore - not on the street, not in cafes. My husband and I are determined to keep the art alive! Great sort of editorial without being judgmental, just observant. Found you at 3WW, and glad I did! Amy Barlow Liberatore

  4. Jee! Thanks Amy. I greatly appreciate your comment :)