The Storm

All she could think about was the baby. Where was Luke? She stomped her bare feet on the mountain green crushed velvet carpet. I'll bet he stopped by to see Sister Rose. She's always telling fortunes or so they say. I think something else goes on behind those hanging love beads, she thought. Thunder. She saw a flash. Boom. Lightning. She counted. One. one thousand,two,two thousand, three, boom. The television went dark. The red AT&T wall phone rang. Maybe it's the long lost prodigal son, she chuckled to herself. No, that's not the right story. Maybe more like King David and his baby when he got caught cheating. Well I hope this doesn't come to that extreme. Nothing to kill or die for here.

"Honey,Is that you?"

"Oh Lord, please Jesus,help me"

"Oh no"

"Help!"