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Now back to my little tale…. so I flickered and continued to flicker but it was manageable flickering, at least it was until she mentioned the abundance of natural lighting this modern building offered. She said something about floor to ceiling windows and to me any mention of natural light immediately translates to the death of artificial light, more accurately, the death of the source of artificial light – the death of me.
I’m an antique lamp you see.
I live to light up the world for those around me. Take that away and I’m nothing.
There I go flickering again.
Anyway…. from my experience spaces well lit by natural light are no place for lamps, the two very rarely coexist amicably.
I saw genocide.
Slowly I would be used less and less. Then Tina would relocate me from her bedroom to the lounge then finally to the basement where I would get dusty and damp. Then one day I would be sold in auction or more frightening, a garage sale. I know this well, in fact Tina’s mother, Ann, purchased me at auction when my previous owner Margaret passed.
A self-inflicted illness took Margaret from me. I know I tend to be a little self-absorbed but to this day I still think if I’d just offered a little bit more luminescence maybe Margaret would have seen reason.
Losing Margaret was a painful chapter of my life. For years I wasted away in the dark, silently mourning my loss. When I did break away from the sadness I waited in hope. Hope came in the form of a liquidator and shortly after Ann was handing me over to sweet young Tina. She introduced me as a special gift ensuring Tina that I would protect her from the dark. I wasn’t comfortable with this notion given what had happened to Margaret.
Margaret’s father had won me in a high stakes game where my second owner, Richard the thir-thir-thir-thir thrid, got recklessly drunk and threw me in the pot. When John, Margaret’s father, wrapped up his dealings in Germany he flew me to Am-Am-Am-America and placed me on Margaret’s bedside.
I was to keep her safe.
I’d failed her.
I remember fearing that I would fail Tina too but as Ann handed me over and young Tina wrapped her delicate four-year-old hands around me, gazing up with wide trusting eyes, I knew I would protect her till my last glint.
Christina Kennard, subunit of Annabelle and William Kennard was mine to protect and love.
The pressure was on.
Tina named me lampy, lampy light. I wasn’t enthused, however she was merely four years of age so I excused her lack of originality. She was also incredibly cute so lampy light I was.
As lampy I not only protected and loved Tina but I tried to bestow my many years of experience. I tri-tri-tried and I succeeded.
Tina, my little protégé bloomed under my light. She was the envy of every four-year-old girl in her neighbourhood and I dare say some of the boys too.
I lit her world right up.
I lit her world so well in fact that her hair absorbed some of my radiance. Mothers would flock to our residence da-da-daily enquiring about the hair products Ti-Tina used so they too could go out and purchase it for their envious young daughters.
Sh-Sh-S_ _ _ _ __________________________________________
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Bette’s gaze shifted from Tina to the beautiful antique lamp on Tina’s bedside. She watched it flicker, dim then finally give out. Not for the first time, she silently admired the unique features that made it a world class antique. It was as beautiful and unpredictable as the woman who possessed it, she thought.
“We should probably get this looked at” She’d suggested this to Tina numerous times before but the blonde always waved her off arguing that fixing it may result in damage. It seemed she’d much rather risk damage to her sight from the constant flicker than damage to a lamp that functioned on its own accord.
“Never mind it. Explain this to me.” Tina said, thrusting the non-letter forward.
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Wow, i am curious about this story.
It is the lamp who dislike Bette? And hoping that their relationship will end?
Again, this update makes me curious and I really want to know what’s the letter about .
WTF is this about?
Bibi28, Jackiee1 – cheers for reading. Jackiee1 your comment made me smile. I didn’t want to give too much away in the AN but the story will largely be from the perspective of B&T’s possessions. It is silly but I hope you stick around.
thanks.
OMG! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE IT! I’m PMing your more…
Comment was too funny! Yes, so different!
Ally, just dropped a long PM note to you about narrators and hope I didn’t overstep, but narrators are our windows after all and who is talking to us and drawing us into the tale. I shared some specific stylistic thoughts on that. Now that I’ve read you intend to use different objects of Bette and Tina’s as your narrators thus developing the narrative style of switching POVs makes it doubly important for you to clarify to the reader who is guiding us. We’ll get lost and miss the information your narrators are revealing.
John Irving and Kurt Vonnegut both wrote fiction that had objects as narrators. Some of the objects had great personalities and were reliable narrators whereas other objects were pissy and petulant and when they came into the scene it was always testy and amusing. I take it this magical lamp is very possessive of one of our favorite characters, Tina. One unreliable narrator is fine in the company of multiple narrators. Their voices I look forward to watching you create. This series will be amusing to read because throughout your stories we’ll come to like one narrator’s view of Tina and Bette over the others and so forth.
Thank you for coming up with something so quirky and interesting. I rather wish I’d thought it up myself! As you know I’m deep in the sands of Malibu at the moment with the beginning of Season 7.
Do please continue this mischief!
All for now!
Blackbird
I was just re-reading “You are It for Me” (one of my favourites) the other day. You are the queen of fluffy Tibette stuff, lol. Thanks for this new story.
I thought the flow was great and had NO trouble following the trip from 1st to 3rd person. Brilliant story and can’t wait to read more!
How very Beauty & the Beast of you… I want to hear a couch or chair’s opinion of Bette’s fine ass! Oh to be that lucky piece of furniture! & the stories that bed or shower could tell…mmmmm…….
ok the whole time I was reading this im thinking WTF and who is this person/thing that don’t like Bette Porter and is obviously going to try and break them up so automatically im on the edge hahahaha…you got my attention!!!!!
Yes! *screaming excitedly*……A new story!…And…..It’s different?….very different indeed…..
Did I say different already?…. :P …..A lamp?…uhmm…..well, anyway still love it …
PPS?
Right ! You have my attention, now let’s have a rapid new post to keep it !
Love the idea of an inanimate object telling the story and looking forward to the objects you choose !
Enjoyed thanks !
Sometimes just need to read for a few chapters and then go back to the begining to start again sure will make more sense. I am clueless now and will be patiently wait for more chapters…
Thank you for the story ..pps
Beginning very interesting.
Waiting new chapter.
Am I missing something here? I’m terribly lost. :(
Ally where are you?…Can we have some update to this one?….please? *with puppy dog eyes* [url=http://postimage.org/][img=http://s25.postimg.org/ku1h1ne23/GIF9.gif][/url]
Can we have some update here? please Ally?