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Is that lightning I feel? Maybe I can’t see it, but I sure sense it. Thunder can’t be far behind. What’s the equation? Count to ten, it’s two miles?…three, four, five, six, sev….boom. Oh my, that’s a bit close. Should we scurry? Pack up quick…At least get back to the car! Which way is it? Girlie? Girlie! It’s not funny you know. Where did you go? Don’t do this to me. Girlie!
John!
John, what is it? What’s wrong?
Where
did you go? The storm is growing! Where were you?
If you must know, I went over the rise and…
Rise?
WHY?
I relieved myself. I had no choice.
You
could have done that right here!
You’re frantic, and you must STOP! Stop what you’re doing
and listen. I am here and I’ll take you down. The car is near, lets get you
into it.
BOOM
Good
Lord it’s upon us!
Not just yet, but we best hurry.
She
took his arm and led him down the rugged hill. In hind site, perhaps not the
best location for a picnic, given his situation, but certainly the view makes
up for it. And like he’s always saying, he may not see it, but he feels it.
…and, besides, had I pissed near here, I know your senses are especially keen, and
you would hear me, no matter how discrete I was trying to be, or how loud the
thunder !
That
got a chuckle out of him, and stole some of his tension. Odd, the phenomena,
but with some stress relieved, he moved easier, more fluid, and built speed, which made the
transition down much less laborious.
As
the rain arrived, they reached the car,
You
get in, and I’ll go back for the gear!
You’ll get soaked!
You’ll get soaked!
Too late!
She dashed back, her sturdy legs, like a mountain goat, she scrambled up the hill. She grabbed the blanket, picnic basket, and old thermos and that’s when it struck…the thermos, and it’s 'finished silver' metal jacket…
The bolt...? it was just waiting, and instantaneously spiked right through her.
She smoldered for awhile, before the merciful rain extinguished her.
Meanwhile,
in the car, John, was in a panic, and this time, for good reason.
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