The Night the Power Went Out
At exactly seven o'clock, the lights in the apartment building blinked once and went out, and the refrigerator stopped humming. Maya's laptop screen went black in the middle of her mathematics homework.
"Great," she groaned. "Now I cannot finish, and it is due tomorrow."
Her little brother, Theo, was already pressed against the window. "Maya, look! The whole street is dark!" Across the city, windows that were usually glowing had gone quiet, and above the buildings there were more stars than Maya had ever noticed before.
Their mother lit two candles and set them on the kitchen table. Then there was a knock at the door. It was Mrs. Alvarez from the next floor, holding a flashlight and a pot of soup. "My stove is electric, but yours is gas," she explained. "Could I borrow your burner? I did not want the soup to spoil."
Within an hour the apartment was full of neighbors. Mr. Kim from downstairs brought a deck of cards, and a teenager from the fourth floor arrived with a guitar. Someone shared a loaf of bread, and someone else passed around cups of warm soup. Maya realized that she had not spoken to half of these people during the entire year her family had lived in the building.
By nine o'clock, everyone was singing together in the glow of the candles, and Theo had fallen asleep on the rug. When the lights came back on at ten, nobody cheered right away. For a second they all just blinked at the unfamiliar brightness.
"Well," Mrs. Alvarez said with a laugh, "we should do this again sometime. Maybe with the lights on."
Maya smiled. Her homework could wait until morning.