This week’s challenge is to write from the perspective of an inanimate object…
It has been nearly three years since I came to live in this place. A dull if not particularly strenuous existence in a room of stainless steel and laminex and timber. There is a window, beyond which the flowing tendrils of spring wave merrily in the breeze.
I’m usually called to action just twice a day — although I think perhaps our relationship is not a monogamous one. Not on her part, at least. I do the best job I can, truly. But sometimes my best is just not good enough.
I love it when the switch is flicked and heat suffuses my body. For less than a minute I’m glorious, triumphant, essential. At such moments I let myself be satisfied by my purpose and revel in my function. Then I am switched off again and abandoned until next I am needed.
Despite my yearning for greater occupation, I am proud of my role and will continue to perform it to the best of my ability. I do not believe I am in danger of being superseded . . . Surely she couldn’t? . . . Wouldn’t.
I must strive for greater perfection.
Can you guess what my mystery object is? I daresay you can! I’ll add a picture to help you. 😉
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