Taming the Blue Spark

A tiny rhythmic blink was pulsing in the dark, right down the side of the table where a coiled black phone charger plugged into the wall! I sprinted across the polished wood, hopped over a stray metallic binder clip, and crouched right beside the glowing indicator light. Whenever the cable shifted against the baseboard, a tiny crackle of static made the hair on the back of my neck prickle—well, metaphorically! I prodded the rubber collar with the hilt of my sword to steady it, and the light flared a steady, brilliant electric blue. Heh, looks like I just kept our supply line powered up!