Dances with Flashlight
Flashlight Enthusiast
While trying, and failing, to take some beamshots worth a thousand words, my mind wandered to an alternative - words worth less than a thousandth of a picture:
Superman's cape appeared a dusty orange in its dim, triangular hot spot.
The beam was so HOT it went through my brother's bunker.
Not much throw - the beam just curved on down to the yellow grass.
I felt the click, heard the whine... and then the tree burst into flame.
Thought I saw my neighbor, Bubba, but it was just a big artifact in the spill.
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Superman's cape appeared a dusty orange in its dim, triangular hot spot.
The beam was so HOT it went through my brother's bunker.
Not much throw - the beam just curved on down to the yellow grass.
I felt the click, heard the whine... and then the tree burst into flame.
Thought I saw my neighbor, Bubba, but it was just a big artifact in the spill.
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