The yellow glow stood out like a shower of flowers against the darkened sky as his boat drew near. He carefully stood up, balancing, as the sea gently nudged the stern.
A quick throw and he fastened them both to the towering pillar at the bottom of the bridge. With practiced hands, he wiped away the seaweed and grime that regularly caught on. The rusted outlet still had its use as he plugged in a portable battery pack.
Tonight, a poor neighbourhood would shine like the stars.
The photo prompt has been given by Sandra Crook at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and the word prompt (Outlet) has been given for the Six Sentence Stories hosted by Denise Farley.
Bernadette Braganza 
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