Blazing feelings for one second, and an abyss darker than a black hole engulfs me the next moment, the bulb thought as he tried his best to shine brightly.
“Flickering”, he could remember his school principal telling him, “is a stage that every bulb and light must go through.” “You either end up shining brightly or you are switched off for the rest of your light years”, Madam Electricity had lectured, “However, the outcome is not important. It is more about experiencing the flickering-the journey between hope and fear.”
Until now, he had managed to gain back his energy every single time, the flickering state had come upon him, but he knew it was not for long because there was no Lucia to encourage him anymore. The Dad had just removed her yesterday when she failed to shine. He had not listened to him, shouting through his shining lights to leave Lucia alone.
Yesterday night was depressing.
The Dad was now installing a new bulb in her place. I should stop trying too, he thought, and the room went dark. “Now I need to buy another damn bulb”, cursed the Dad.