Black Out

Steven Dunbar

It was the night of the New Year. The rain was pouring from the Heavens, lightning stabbed through the cold air and thunder to make your ears bleed. We were all looking forward to the countdown; we were all cheering and dancing, until within a flash, the power went out. It was the middle of winter, so there was no light from outside. We needed something quick.

Mum and I went through the pitch black house looking for torches and candles, while dad and a friend travelled across the village and loaded the van with a large, old generator. Before long they were at the front door.

They pulled out the generator and looked for a good spot to place it. After a long time of trial and error, they managed to get the generator running (well, not really, but it would do). We attached cables running from the two televisions. One in the kitchen for the adults to talk away in, and another in the living room for us kids.

It wasn't great quality, as you would imagine, but it would do us. We still had a great time and by the time the morning came, the electricity was back on, so I could catch up on any programmes I missed on the television.

The morning was a very different sight from the night before, the sun was shining, only a few fluffy white clouds in sight not another polluting the clear skies. There was a light breeze and a light frosting on the ground.

The night before was a night to remember. If it happens in the future I will have a story to tell to keep us entertained and something to look back on.