The Last Light Jar

The city went dark at midnight. No phones. No stars. Just silence.

A boy stood on a rooftop, holding a small glass jar. Inside it flickered

the last light anyone had seen in weeks. People gathered below, whispering,

hoping. The boy opened the jar. The light floated upward,

bursting into thousands of sparks that filled the sky. Streetlights hummed back to life.

Windows glowed. The city breathed again. The boy smiled—and the jar faded from

his hands. Some heroes don’t stay. They just leave the light behind.