There was a phrase-prompt in an airline magazine and I just couldn’t resist myself. This is the prompt:
This Christmas tree lights came on by themselves that night. All by themselves, the only three lit lights in the apartment, in the building and on the entire block.
When a city dies, the only thing left behind are shadows and echoes. Three sad Christmas lights, like a dimming lighthouse on a forgotten shore, only have value for the hope they may bring. Maybe a lost sailor will be saved from the crushing shores or maybe a lonely soul will look up and see those lights, shimmering along and feel connected to something more. Of little importance is the fact that the three lights are due to a short circuit; what an electrifying little Christmas miracle.