Tempest
I woke in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a strange house, in the middle of the night. The window open wide, attempting to expel the heat, provided no feeling of security.
The room lit up. Unsure why I'd woken, I sensed I was not awake alone.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"Not really.... I'm scared," was the nervous response.
FLASH! FLASH! FLICKER! CRASH! Now I knew why. Now I was scared too.
That bedroom scared us, lying, vulnerable. We moved quickly to the 'safety' of the large, multiple-windowed kitchen. Instantly fearless!
The light show was fabulous!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: The mother of electric storms.
4 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
My wife adores an electric storm, as do I. We were alone in someone else's house which, in the middle of the night, threw us.
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Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
P.S. Drew, thanks for the comment.
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Christopher almost 7 years ago
I love rainstorms with thunder and lightning. What I don't like are the damaging high winds that can sometimes accompany those storms here in the deep southern portion of the U.S.
Great drabble, Neville.
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Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
Thanks, Christopher.
