The Last Morning Before The Lamps Took Over
Feb 7th, 2014 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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It was a Saturday morning when it happened. The flea market regulars arrived just after daybreak and found the entire lot filled with lamps. They came in all shapes and sizes, some barely recognizable as lamps at all.
The vendors debated where they might have come from. Perhaps they were delivered to the wrong address. Maybe a shipment had been stolen by the Stevedore’s Union, who’d decided these lamps couldn’t be unloaded.
That was when the invasion began. It seems normal now, but in the beginning, no one could have dreamed of an alien race that looked like desk lamps.
This story was written in response to this photo prompt.
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