Flash Fiction: Lamp

by Chris McGinty

He turned on the lamp. He fully intended to read. There was nothing he felt like reading.

He turned on the lamp. It felt like the right thing to do, until he realized there was daylight.

He turned on the lamp. It became clear that he needed to dust in the room.

He turned on the lamp. It was time to focus. It was easier to focus when he could see.

He turned off the lamp. It was late. It was time for bed.

He turned on the lamp. The bulb was burned out.

When a bulb is burned out, the lamp still works.

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