3 weeks ago stood a proud black shaft whose pride shone as bright as his beacon. Cheerfully lighting the streets of Tanhouse.
His name was Adam, the envy of all the lampposts.

But though his exterior throbbed with masculinity and strength, his heart was deeply scarred.

Poor Adam was lonely.

He desperately pined for the friendship of a fellow lamppost, but after several attempts to search for a likely soul mate, he realised with blinding light that his plight was in vain. The darn Council had bolted his lower stalk to the concrete domain where he lay.

He suffered in silence, never complaining, never raising his voice, and not even writing a nasty letter to his local councillor.

Until one day…Tragedy struck.

A motorised land mover by the name of HGV sped its virility across the land, and in a moment of drunken rampage, collided deep into Adam’s lower torso.

The culprit made its escape. Totally un-phased by the torment it had caused.

Poor Adam was left with a paralysed stalk, and his inner electro-neurons were so badly damaged that his beacon faded, faded, until he could no longer Morse code his glimmer of light to a potential fellow lamppost.

Poor Adam slipped into depression; he turned to drink, supping up more and more electricity despite his impotent tip.

Just when things couldn’t get any worse, the Council reared its ugly hide, and daubed their wicked WHITE PAINT upon Adam.

“White paint, the kiss of death” thought Adam, “That’s all I need.”

Red tape, paperwork, and pen pushers were employed within the council purely to hammer the final nail in poor Adams coffin.

With his days severely numbered, will Adam never find love?

Then on one particularly stormy Wednesday morn, the council arrived.

“Here it comes,” sobbed Adam.

But low and behold.

A Mighty Slender grey feminine beauty rode in the back of their truck.

She had the perfect Hourglass figure. Her name was EVE.

And the satanic council decided, with lapse of revenue, to erect this fair maiden adjacent to Adam.

Adam ogled with awe. The most beautiful Grey steel angel stood beside him. He felt a flutter within his discarded lonely circuits.
Poor Adam was in love, for the first time.

“God bless the Council !” thought Adam, “Before they tear me down to make way for this perfect female replacement.”

His heart fluttered once more.

Then the Council finalised their work, with heavy tools, they linked Eve’s electricity supply to Adams.

Adam and Eve became one.

And now, thanks to the council, each twilight, the residents of Tanhouse may bask in the conjoined electric luminance of a love that was never to be.

Poor paralysed Adam finally found his soul mate.
And despite his disability, some say, that in a certain light,
Eve can be seen to bend slightly, with her desire to hug her lover.

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