58 words and poof, a story
Bone’s a little tardy with the Three Word Wednesday prompts, so a Fiction in 58 is what you get.
Like a Hurricane
Raindrops, warm and fat, beat a warning that destruction was coming.
He sat by candlelight – the electricity already a casualty - and quietly stirred the lemon slice in his tea. Urged to flee, he chuckled, spat, emphatic. Not this time. Not now.
She had died here, in the last great storm.
So he sat, a mix of determination, regret.
Like a Hurricane
Raindrops, warm and fat, beat a warning that destruction was coming.
He sat by candlelight – the electricity already a casualty - and quietly stirred the lemon slice in his tea. Urged to flee, he chuckled, spat, emphatic. Not this time. Not now.
She had died here, in the last great storm.
So he sat, a mix of determination, regret.
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