Beneath My Glow

RWDrabble 2.0.144 — Enumerated

This double drabble (a story told in 200 words) must include the word ‘enumerated’ and is going to be telling the life story of an inanimate object — in this case, a streetlamp.

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I suppose you could say I’m a nocturnal creature. I come alive when the world slows down. The day I was first installed, I stood silent and unassuming — just another post on the corner. Then the sun dipped below the horizon, the final wire sparked to life, and I illuminated everything within my quiet sphere of influence.

Yes, I said influence. Some may see me as just a streetlamp, but I’ve witnessed more than most ever will. The memories created under my glow have been carefully enumerated and secured into my own memory.

At first, it was lonely. But in time, people began to notice me. My light became a safe haven for midnight wanderers and late-night thinkers, and the perfect backdrop for a romantic kiss.

I’ve heard the laughter of children as snowflakes twirled through my beam, the young ones choosing just the right one to chase with an open mouth and joyful squeal. I’ve stood in silence as secrets were shared and tears were shed.