Waitin' On Her

When she gets home there will be a few cold Cokes in the fridge. I think there's one Red Rock soda left. Those boys from college left their litle cheap, styrofoam cooler in the kichen. All the ice melted and there are three hot 12 ounce Buds in there still connected by a white plastic loop.

"Wicked" Wilson Pickett's singing on the radio. He's singing about,"Gonna wait til the Midnight Hour, when all my love comes tumblin' down."

Love, ain't it something. The boys just had to leave and go back to Columbia right now and leave us here to fend for ourselves in this hurricane. We could have used the moral support as well as some help with the house. They were probably too hungover to be much good at carpentry anyway.

There's nothing like trying to read by candlelight.

Sunday Night Late

She waited for Shyla to get back from the Zippy Mart. Those batteries gonna cost $5 or more, but we got no choice, she thought. It's gonna be a long time before the power comes back on and it's hard to get around without any light. We should be able to listen to the radio maybe pick up the weather forecast or something. The storm is supposed to hit Georgetown,Myrtle Beach, or Charleston and how bad it gets here will depend on exactly where it hits. It could skirt the coast and hit the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Cape Hatteras usually gets hit but it could come here.

Hurry,Shyla,hurry.