The Girl Who Killed Flashlights

No matter the size, power source or brand,
flashlights die swiftly in the hands of Kerri.
No viable theory has explained this
unreasonable phenomenon—
a violation of Newtonian law.

The first flashlight to expire in her youthful,
energy-draining hands does so after clearing
Christmas wrapping;  in go the batteries
which promptly cease functioning in five minutes,
the next set, the same;  exchanging the gift
the day after changes nothing at all.

Then came the night the car quit on the country lane.
“Crap !”
The 1100 lumens find the defective fuse;
then darkness rushes into the car.