This story is now published as part of the anthology ‘Loyal and True’.
When this street light turns on everything changes.
I hate deadlines but I understand their value, especially to someone like me.
I spring into action as time runs out.
When that light turns on, my time will have run out.
I’ve been waiting here for what seems like forever but in reality it has only been a few hours.
It’s been raining on and off, the way it does in Melbourne, and I really don’t mind; I love the rain.
My bottom hurts from sitting for such a long time and I’m sick of the waitress glaring at me. It’s not as if the place is packed.
That’s another reason I love rainy days; people stay home and I get the streets to myself. Not the way that the nighttime clears the streets, but nearly as good.
I’ve been a bit worried about that street light because I’m sure that they go on when the light level gets low enough, and with the overcast conditions the damn thing is likely to fire up way too early.
I need all the time I can get.
If she doesn’t show, I’m done for, and everything depends on that street light.
Many years ago, whoever is responsible for such things, took down all the old street light poles and replaced them with boring modern ones that no one will mourn when their time comes. Somehow, the light poles in this street escaped that fate. Maybe a local bigwig kicked up a fuss at the time and managed to get them saved, or maybe a clerical error simply left this street off the list. The latter is more likely but I would like to believe the former.
No one is going to save me if she does not arrive before illumination.
It just occurred to me that maybe the bulb is blown, maybe they haven’t gotten around to fixing it yet?
Maybe I get a reprieve?
It’s better not to know when your time is up.
Blissfully ignorant would be a nice state to be in.
The damn thing just lit up.