It was a dark and stormy night…
Cheri’s post reminded me about PROMPTuesdays!
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?
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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.
Posted in PROMPTuesdays | 11 Comments
February 17th, 2009 at 1:44 pm
I LOVE THAT!
It’s like a glimpse into my inner psyche.
I especially adore the last line.
February 17th, 2009 at 4:11 pm
She definitely heard the nearly silent ticking of her laptop! Mine nearly drove me mad (think The Telltale Heart) before I finally located the source of that maddening sound!!
February 17th, 2009 at 4:42 pm
A bug was all she found, is my guess. All that just for a bug.
Love the second paragraph. That is so me and makes me think back to the storms I love in the desert.
February 17th, 2009 at 8:10 pm
… a severed finger tapping out an SOS?
you’re writing sucks me in and leaves me wanting more.
February 17th, 2009 at 8:18 pm
Severus Snape standing in the darkened corner stirring ever so carefully….tick…ticktick….two dry wolfsbane martinis.
February 17th, 2009 at 9:15 pm
In the first scenarios she found a tall lean dog with a book on his lap and a glass of port by his side tapping out his pipe on a green ashtray.
February 18th, 2009 at 12:06 am
Ooh! Two for the price of one. I love them both. And they are both so different. You are very versatile.
I love the second piece, its very moody and sensual.
February 18th, 2009 at 1:47 pm
I enjoyed both of these, but the second one really caught my imagination. I could smell the ozone and first rain on dirt. Very vivid.
February 18th, 2009 at 11:12 pm
Oh my Lord!
I’m having Firefox troubles and this page didn’t load first time around.
I almost missed it.
Frick.
You are so effing brilliant.
Brilliant.
Effing.
Brilliant.
Go figure, you’d nail dark and stormy like that.
February 19th, 2009 at 10:44 pm
I like Lea’s answer!
February 23rd, 2009 at 8:21 pm
These were both great. The last line of the second one gave me chills.