Friday August 12th, 2022

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: shelter from the storm.

Rain and lightning tonight, and plenty of both. Hopefully enough rain to limit the ability of all those bolts to start more fires.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Ah, nice for you! We're promised storms on Tuesday, maybe Monday, late, if we're lucky as well. Technically the UK is in a heat-wave this weekend, but having spent so long in Malta it... doesn't feel like it. It's still cool at night, which it never is at this time of year in Malta, and it's not humid, so the heat is much more bearable, and houses in the UK are built better for keeping heat in/out as required. So, it's warmer than I'd like it to be, but it's still so much better than Malta that I can't find it in myself to be upset by it :)

Shelter from the storm
The storm broke overhead like an orchestra's percussion section that had been waiting for two hours to have their turn and were determined to enjoy it. Judith shuddered slightly, and looked around Lady Agatha's potting shed. It was dark and smelled of compost and old, dried leaves and... dog? Slowly, as the lightning sparked across the sky chased by rolling thunder, she started to wonder where the chihuahuahs sheltered from the storm.

Marc said...

Greg - hah, well, I'm happy for you then :)

Love that opening description. Also... I'd risk the storm, Judith.