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A woman with a good sense of reality, with her feet solidly on the ground. She was the touchstone for her friends, she was not a romantic, a believer in signs.
Then one very odd day, everything changed in spite of her best efforts to remain as she always was. One very strange day, like flipping a switch, everything changed.
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
About six months before one particular day, the day when everything became, shall we say, unusual, I spent a little more money than usual on light bulbs. They were the newest design, more energy-efficient, more lumens and such but, the best part, they were guaranteed to last a lifetime. I liked the idea. Buy them, install them and then, you never have to worry about buying light bulbs again. Not that I spend that much time worrying about light bulbs. I don’t. Not like my mother.
I remember growing up, she had a shelf in a hall closet off the kitchen occupied only by light bulbs. All variety of the damn things. Different wattage, different colors. Literally, and I hate to use that term because most people use it when they truly mean figuratively, but in this case, I mean literally. I know it to be true because one rainy, summer afternoon, when I was still very young, I undertook, at my own…
