“A woman must endure pain with a quiet dignity, like the filament in this bulb, that allows itself to burn so that it may illuminate the garden with glorious light,” he expounded haughtily, obviously pleased at his absurd allegory.
“For your information a filament starts heating up and glowing only because it has a really high resistance, and it does not burn out, it slowly gets vapourised!” she retorted.
“And that poor bulb can illuminate your stupid garden only if you don’t cover it up with your senseless obstacles and blockades and allow it to hang free.”
In response to: Three Line Tales, Week 64
Photo by: Nick de Partee via Unsplash
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