SUE: Good Omens [Open]
May 22, 2014 17:26:01 GMT -5
Post by Kieron Sharpe on May 22, 2014 17:26:01 GMT -5
It had been almost forty-eight hours since Pilot Ridge had gone dark, and Kieron could honestly say he wasn't really missing the light all that much. Sure some of his fish were rather unhappy about the darkness, but it was thankfully warm enough that none of them were getting too cold and a couple of days without the specialised lighting wouldn't hurt them. If it lasted much longer he could easily invest in an emergency generator to help them along until order was restored in the town, so for now his worries about them were pretty minor.
Admittedly, it had been a little difficult to hide his quiet happiness about the power cut. He thought that he was perhaps the only person in the town who actually saw it as a blessing rather than a problem; for the first time in months he had been able to wander around indoors without being literally blinded by the damn lights everywhere. He had of course volunteered to take the night shifts, and of course that had been agreed to. There was not one other person on the medical team who could work effectively in the pitch blackness of night without the aid of torches or other hand-held lighting. In truth, Kieron would be lying if he said he hadn't been happier at work in this past few days than he had been in the entire time since he started his employment at Hammel.
The corridor that was normally so brightly lit even in the late evening such as this was blissfully dark, Kieron very comfortably walking around without his shades on for once. The bridge of his nose was certainly enjoying the break too. As he stepped into the staff lounge the clock on the wall stated that it was approaching ten pm, the room all but pitch black as no light came through the windows from the night sky beyond. After getting a coffee from the machine, the Irishman settled on one of the couches and pulled a book out of his bag, flipping casually to the page he had last read up to.
'It used to be thought that the events that changed the world were things like big bombs, maniac politicians, huge earthquakes, or vast population movements, but it has now been realized that this is a very old-fashioned view held by people totally out of touch with modern thought. The things that really change the world, according to Chaos theory, are the tiny things. A butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazonian jungle, and subsequently a storm ravages half of Europe.
Somewhere in Adam's sleeping head, a butterfly had emerged.'
Kieron was so engrossed in the book that he didn't hear the other person walking down the corridor outside, didn't hear the footsteps making their way through the doorway into the staff lounge. And he didn't notice the torchlight until it hit him right in the face like a brick.
With a yelp of pain at the sudden onslaught to his over-sensitive eyes, Kieron's hands shot up to try to block out the blinding light, making him manage to smack himself in the face with the book in the process. Spooked, blinded and momentarily confused, he tried to get to his feet and managed to end up stumbling and landing in a pile on the staff lounge floor. So much for a quiet and easy evening...
Admittedly, it had been a little difficult to hide his quiet happiness about the power cut. He thought that he was perhaps the only person in the town who actually saw it as a blessing rather than a problem; for the first time in months he had been able to wander around indoors without being literally blinded by the damn lights everywhere. He had of course volunteered to take the night shifts, and of course that had been agreed to. There was not one other person on the medical team who could work effectively in the pitch blackness of night without the aid of torches or other hand-held lighting. In truth, Kieron would be lying if he said he hadn't been happier at work in this past few days than he had been in the entire time since he started his employment at Hammel.
The corridor that was normally so brightly lit even in the late evening such as this was blissfully dark, Kieron very comfortably walking around without his shades on for once. The bridge of his nose was certainly enjoying the break too. As he stepped into the staff lounge the clock on the wall stated that it was approaching ten pm, the room all but pitch black as no light came through the windows from the night sky beyond. After getting a coffee from the machine, the Irishman settled on one of the couches and pulled a book out of his bag, flipping casually to the page he had last read up to.
'It used to be thought that the events that changed the world were things like big bombs, maniac politicians, huge earthquakes, or vast population movements, but it has now been realized that this is a very old-fashioned view held by people totally out of touch with modern thought. The things that really change the world, according to Chaos theory, are the tiny things. A butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazonian jungle, and subsequently a storm ravages half of Europe.
Somewhere in Adam's sleeping head, a butterfly had emerged.'
Kieron was so engrossed in the book that he didn't hear the other person walking down the corridor outside, didn't hear the footsteps making their way through the doorway into the staff lounge. And he didn't notice the torchlight until it hit him right in the face like a brick.
With a yelp of pain at the sudden onslaught to his over-sensitive eyes, Kieron's hands shot up to try to block out the blinding light, making him manage to smack himself in the face with the book in the process. Spooked, blinded and momentarily confused, he tried to get to his feet and managed to end up stumbling and landing in a pile on the staff lounge floor. So much for a quiet and easy evening...
[Book extract from Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett]
