A Long Sisters' Original

Scene: 9:59pm Thursday evening. Top bedroom, corner house. Samantha at her painting. I engrossed in my work. The only sounds come from the scraping of her palate knife and my munching on noodles.

"Ohp, time for bed!" announces Samantha. Without warning, the room is plunged into darkness.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, totally unprepared for the obscurity in which I suddenly found myself. "I can't see my noodles!"

"You don't need to see your food," she insisted, in a voice not unlike Dr. Doofenshmirtz. "Blind people don't starve!"