Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Sixth Beginning: A Little Light Drabble

Little lights swarmed in a glass jar. Detective Smith decided that maybe he was
wasting his time.
“You can see what I invent, officer: a Christmas tree for a
dollhouse with real lights that flash in patterns, a vase with fiberoptic
inserts for arranging flowers with lights. . .”
“Anything hot?”
“Let’s just say the body . . . had certain markings.”
“Well, I have a soldering iron. I’ll get it.”
“Thanks. And the
“The latest craze, if I can get the projector small enough.”
- - - - -
Later, at his tap, the little lights rise sheepishly.
“You’ve been very naughty.”

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