![]() ![]() Sighing, Robert climbed from his couch and shuffled into the middle of his small living room, losing sight of the sky. I really hate that scrying bowl of his, and his voice trick. Robert! The great voice lingered, and when it faded, Rob put a hand to his aching temple. Suddenly a voice from nowhere boomed throughout his apartment. Instead, Robert appreciated the view from his apartment’s window-with the city so dark, the stars in the sky shone brilliantly. For once he couldn’t be sucked into the Internet or computer games-no electricity meant no Internet, and no Internet meant no games. It felt nice, to wallow in the dark after a hard day. A single candle burned on his rickety table, throwing out a little bit of light. I’m only in my twenties, he said to no one. and the lack of electricity in an already steamy summer only made things worse for everyone. So much fetching and carrying, searching and spying. ![]() ![]() He had been rushing everywhere today, traveling around to meet with various people on the whims and orders of his employer. As it was, it felt like nothing more could be tacked on to the end of a long and tiring day. Pinpricks and pockets of light scattered across town shed some light, but the violence of yesterday’s storm left downed trees and power lines, debris everywhere, and standing water in low-lying streets that had yet to drain. ![]()
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