Friday, October 15, 2010

The storm

They were together in the house. 

Just the two of them.

It was a cold, dark, stormy night. The storm had come quickly

And each time the thunder boomed he watched her jump.

She looked across the room and admired his strong appearance.

And she wished that he would take her in his arms, comfort her and protect her from the storm.

Suddenly, with a pop, the power went out.

She screamed.

He raced to the sofa where she was cowering.

He didn't hesitate to pull her into his arms.

He knew this was a forbidden union and expected her to pull back.

He was surprised when she didn't resist but instead clung to him.

The storm raged on.

They knew it was wrong.

Their families would never understand.

So consumed were they in their fear that they didn’t hear the door open.

Just the faint click of a camera.


This was sent to me in an e-mail today. I don't know who wrote it or took the picture, but I thought it was hilarious. Have a great weekend!


  1. I remember one particularly loud and violent lighting strike and thunder a few years back that sent Mason literally flying out of his bed into my arms. Like a through-the-air jump right to me!



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