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!"

Jake's Drive-In

Three strands of Christmas tree lights dangled from the edge of the porch roof down at Jake's Drive-In. The only car in the parking lot was the candy apple red SS 396 Chevrolet Chevelle parked sideways with one white hood-stripe showing towards Church Street. Empty Dixie Cups bounced across the asphalt. They danced over the splattered red and green reflections while "Satisfaction" blared from the cheap outdoor metallic speaker. It was Sunday night.

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.