Electric Mushroom

The power was back on when Jon and I sat down to eat lunch.  Maybe it was not having the lights on all morning that made me notice the light as it refracted through my water glass and reflected on the dining room table.

It was tiny, maybe one-eighth of an inch tall, but it looked just like a quivering, orange mushroom.

An electric mushroom.

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