Jeff threw the lamp and watched the ceramic casing shatter.
“Why won’t you work?”
Henrietta poked her head through the door, unwilling to risk close proximity. “Jeff, sweetie, are you ok?”
Jeff ran his hands through his hair and felt each strand of hair stand on end.
“Jeff, please, just stop.”
“I can’t! Don’t you understand? It’s gone!”
Jeff collapsed to the floor, and started to cry.
She knew she shouldn’t, but she moved over to him, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
The second the current started to pulse through her skin, she knew she’d made a mistake.
Jeff held her convulsing body, and smiled.
“It’s still there.”
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
Make every word count.