By: Srishti Mitra
The flashlight you grabbed at checkout has let you down in front of people. Maybe it was the beam that dissolved at twenty feet when you needed forty. Maybe it was the switch that required two hands in the parking garage. Maybe it was the plastic clip that snapped off in January, and you replaced it with nothing, so now the light just rolls around in your bag until you need it. You know exactly which moment it was.
















