Switches

Switches

TEXT: It was the tactile nature of the contraption. There was something satisfying in the switch flick, a red red light, a number flash. Different combinations, on off. Then there were the dials, a turn, a change. More subtle. Lost for a moment, for some reason, she hadn’t considered the effect of her machine play. Her childlike curiosity in the object was suddenly jolted by a chest pang, finger needles and a held breath. For the first time, she had forgotten to check whether it was plugged into the system, and if it was…