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Remembering the Storm
A Short Story
The dark greenish-gray hue of the sky warned of a storm brewing in the west. Annie knew the color. The spring night air was too warm, and thunder echoed in the distance. Quiet lightning flashed across the window in the living room. The roar of the thunder increased as the storm advanced on her little house.
The weather alarm on her phone startled her: “Severe Thunderstorm Warning for the northern part of the county. Quarter-size hail and winds to 70 mph. Take shelter.”
The rumble of thunder continued as bursts of lightning flashed through the lace curtains. She checked the radar app on her phone and saw the storm edging closer to her blue dot on the map. It made her nervous. She was home alone. Her husband, Tim worked second shift and wouldn’t be home for a while. He could always calm her down.
Large drops of rain began hitting the windows hard, splattering against the siding and glass, pounding like a hammer in her head. Lightning snapped and flashed. Her anxiety grew with the storm. Feelings of nausea rose within her as her heart raced faster. The lights flickered and she wondered if the electricity would go out. Memories came flooding back.
She was nine-years-old in the third grade. One day at school a storm brewed, and the sky turned that same color out the window by her desk…
