Donna looked out her window at the one solitary lamppost that remained lit up despite all the government orders. It seemed strange that they had forgotten just one lamppost along the road. It wasn’t as if it was standing beside a junction or even a corner. It was just there. Apparently missed.
The glow of electricity was somehow comforting when everything was surrounded by darkness. The war had made sure that the government was careful about lighting up places. All of those buildings which had once been bathed in light have long since been blacked out.
She walked outside into the chilly winter air that seemed to seep into her bones. However, all she cared about right then was staring up at that great light. Until that moment Donna had not been aware of how much she missed the simple things in life, such as electricity in the streets.
There was the sound of planes flying directly overhead so Donna looked up. There were no sirens indicating the enemy presence but it was almost like she knew. Donna did not move from the position beside the lamppost but instead threw her arms around it.
Nobody was taking her forgotten light!
Written for Sunday photo fiction
AngieTrafford 
Nice take on it.
The symbolism is great as is the evocation of air raids and war.
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Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it!
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I love dystopian future stories. This is excellent!
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The future could well see something bleak, and it makes a good story! Thanks for reading.
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I also like dystopian future stories. An enjoyable read
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Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it!
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Sounds like a frightening situation, a time of war to be in. I could see how she would miss the light. So many cities are just glaring with lights all over the place. Darkness would be new, not even oil lamps. I don’t blame her for hugging the light; I think I would to. It’s a bit of hope in the dark.
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Last symbol of hope maybe! Thanks for reading.
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“how much she missed the simple things in life, such as electricity in the streets.”
We don’t have electricity in the streets of my village in Indonesia. I would probably hug a lamp post also.
Of course, those possibly threatening planes add another dimension.
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We have some scattered in the village, but government cut a lot of them! Thanks for reading.
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We really don’t appreciate the little things until we lose them. Really fantastic story, Angie!
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True, you paved paradise and put up a parking lot! (Hope you know that song!) Thanks for reading.
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Er…I don’t know that song… *hides underneath my uncool rock* -_- lol
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Its old!
Big yellow taxi – counting crows
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Great writing – could be expanded into a longer story.
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Might do it one day! Thanks for reading.
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