I sat down to write my post–I forget what I intended to write about–when Boris struck. You remember Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale, the villains in the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoons. They were always out to get “moose and skwerril”. Well, there’s a couple of electric company transformers in our neighborhood who do–and frequently–get, at least, skwerril with some regularity.
Here is a picture of Boris pointing out the poles and the spot at which he predicts skwerril will land after being zapped with four million volts–not enough, I think, to make a dead parrot voom, but enough to knock a squirrel for a loop.
And our phone went out and my laptop, which holds a charge about as long as does a dead parrot, shut off and life was bereft of joy. I was reduced to balancing my checkbook, which did nothing to cheer me up, I can tell you.
But the jolly boys at the electric company came out in their big beepy machine and restored light and heat and all kind of power to us and joy returned to the old home place.
This is a post? This is a post. Better luck next time.
WRITING PROMPT: How would your main character deal with a loss of electric (or whatever they use in the society you write) power?