Re: 300 WORD WRITING CHALLENGE #12 (January 2014) -- READ FIRST POST
“Wow”, said Tasmina, “just wow, I have never, ever, seen anything like that.”
“Nor has anyone else”, said her father. He pointed to the large and growing crowd of people being held back by several police. “Idiots keep trying to get closer. Somebody’s going to be electrocuted.”
“Why don’t they just shut it off?” The slender girl asked. The smell of ozone was overpowering, she kept wanting to sneeze.
“They’d black out half the Grid. They’re trying to reroute all the lines to different substations, but it takes time.”
“So everything’s still working?” said Tas.
“Without a hitch, as far as we can tell. The lights flickered all over for a few seconds at 6am and then this came on.
The huge sparks danced wildly over the electrodes like blue wraiths. They hurt the eyes to look at and made a crackling noise that was painful to hear.
Tasmina looked at the errant substation silently for a minute, then her blue eyes twinkled and she smiled. “I think I know what to do. I’ll need a heavy duty VOM, a Wampanoag Electroscope and my universal calibrated quantum breaker. Oh, and I’ll need Brenda to help.”
“You are not,” said Mr. Swift firmly, “going anywhere near that thing. I’ve forbidden anyone to go close, even if it goes off. Not until we know what’s happening.”
“No problem there, dad” replied the teenager, “in fact, this will probably work best if we back off a few hundred yards.”
“Wow”, said Tasmina, “just wow, I have never, ever, seen anything like that.”
“Nor has anyone else”, said her father. He pointed to the large and growing crowd of people being held back by several police. “Idiots keep trying to get closer. Somebody’s going to be electrocuted.”
“Why don’t they just shut it off?” The slender girl asked. The smell of ozone was overpowering, she kept wanting to sneeze.
“They’d black out half the Grid. They’re trying to reroute all the lines to different substations, but it takes time.”
“So everything’s still working?” said Tas.
“Without a hitch, as far as we can tell. The lights flickered all over for a few seconds at 6am and then this came on.
The huge sparks danced wildly over the electrodes like blue wraiths. They hurt the eyes to look at and made a crackling noise that was painful to hear.
Tasmina looked at the errant substation silently for a minute, then her blue eyes twinkled and she smiled. “I think I know what to do. I’ll need a heavy duty VOM, a Wampanoag Electroscope and my universal calibrated quantum breaker. Oh, and I’ll need Brenda to help.”
“You are not,” said Mr. Swift firmly, “going anywhere near that thing. I’ve forbidden anyone to go close, even if it goes off. Not until we know what’s happening.”
“No problem there, dad” replied the teenager, “in fact, this will probably work best if we back off a few hundred yards.”