“I've seen the light,” said Jen.
Mike looked up, his knees crunched under the desk, arms hugging the wall. “I thought I asked you to switch it off.”
“Yeah, but you’ve not seen...”
“Don’t want to neither.”
Rain dripped, sea-water sipping the shore. Their dead tree melted in the heat. “It’s beautiful Mike.”
“I’m sure it is, but the world was beautiful too, once upon a time.”
“So what?” asked Jen.
“So turn off the light and save some energy. Maybe one day the world’ll be lovely again.”
Mike hugged her tight and they turned out the light.