The Click

My hand went up, unthinking,

for the switch by the door.

A familiar click, then

a sharper,

smaller

CRACK.

Not the usual hum, just black.

And then the faintest

wisp of something burnt,

ozone and dust.

The window, suddenly

a solid, deeper void.

I twisted the glass,

cool and loose, from its socket.

Tipped it towards the faint glow

from the street outside.

Inside, a tiny hair of wire,

curled, snapped,

a blackened thread.

Done.