A short story set in Sri Lanka during the armed conflict between the Tamil Terrorists (LTTE) and the Government of Sri Lanka armed forces. There were many occasions during this period that long held friendships and relationships between people of different races were strained. The impact of the conflict has had far reaching consequences on not only individual families directly affected by the events, but on society as a whole.
This was the product of an exercise to use these 3 words Darkness, Chair, Sadly in the first paragraph of a story that has a beginning, an end and needs to be written in 5 minutes.
Sadly it’s another night of darkness. The power cuts are on again. While it has a sexy name like “load shedding”, life does not become half as sexy when I can’t even find a chair to sit on.
I am groping in the dark trying to find my way around.
Where the devil did I leave that torch?
Oh I know, it was next to my bed the last time I saw it. Of course, saw it when the lights were on! Ha ha ha ha.
I stumble along and walk right into the wall next to the passage. I am never able to negotiate that turn with my eyes closed. Anyway, I am groping again and find myself walking down the passage to my bedroom. I enter it without mishap and float towards my bed.
My shin walks right into the base of my bed. Ouch!! A few expletives exit my mouth.
I bend down slowly and carefully, wave my hands suspiciously and I find the torch.
Light, at last.