The lights died with a silent sputter. The rain continued to pound on the roof and windows, but it was no longer accompanied by the sound of the radio or the hum of the refrigerator. I fumbled in the dark for a candle. When lit, it created a sphere of light beyond which indistinct shadows danced, out of time with the beating of the rain.
I drew a lukewarm glass from the kitchen faucet and grimaced as the tepid water ran across my tongue. It was barely thirst-quenching and left me unsatisfied. With a sigh I returned to my book.
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