It was a dark and stormy night and she was curled up in her favorite chair with a good book and a hot cup of tea. As absorbed in the story as she was, it took awhile for the sound to register and when it did she sat bolt upright, set the book down and listened so hard the silence was deafening. Then…tick tick tick. She heard it again, so soft it was barely a sound. Tick tick tick. It was beginning to get on her nerves. Tick tick tick. Where in the hell was that coming from? Tick tick tick. One slow, two fast. Tick tick tick. TICK tick tick. Tick…ticktick! She followed the sound to the corner of the room…and found…
What do you think she found?
It was a dark and stormy night, just how she liked them! Her glass of rum and coke, beaded with condensation, sat on the small porch table as she awaited the approaching storm. It was warm that evening, and with no street lights or stars, the darkness was oddly comforting. In the darkness, there were no expectations. She could be who she wanted to be…a pirate, a woman waiting for her lover, a spirit. As the lightning flashed, she thought she saw something towards the back of the yard. She sat back, giddy with anticipation. At the next flash, the figure she’d spotted with a bit closer and by the third flash, closer still. She shivered, wishing she’d brought a soft blanket out with her, even though the night was warm. The lightning flashed again and the figure was at the bottom of the porch steps, hand outstretched. The decision made, she rose from her chair, slowly, so slowly walked down the stairs and joined him in the darkness.