Candace cried. After months of sleepless nights and almost-give-up moments, she’d done it. She sniffed, clasping tight the locket Jerry had given her on their wedding day.
Looking at the structure in front of her, she sighed. The town had mocked him and though she was a firm supporter, in her heart she too had been a quiet skeptic; and he knew that, even though he never showed it.
Give electricity to the entire town? Impossible!
And one by one they’d left. But not Jerry, he refused to leave the place his ancestors helped build. After the war which left half the world uninhabitable and powerless, they were the lucky ones.
There was a knock at her door one night, as shopkeeper Marty McPherson sadly gave her the news. He’d survived the war, only to be killed when an unexploded ordnance detonated on his walk home.
Heartbroken but determined Candace decided to follow through and she had.
Grasping the lever, she closed her eyes, whispered a small prayer and pulled. Even with her eyes shut she could feel the warmth of the light. Jerry would’ve been proud.