The Storm

An autumn nightmare.

At two o’clock, Alice goes missing.

 

Doors slam shut.

 

Lightning flashes, disappears.

 

One. Two.

 

Thunder crashes.

 

Wind whips trees. Back, forth.

 

They see her then.

 

She’s in the forest.

 

“Get back in here!”

 

Alice turns, soaking wet.

 

Her eyes are alight with wonder.

 

“Do you hear it, mama?”

 

She looks skyward.

 

“It’s screaming.”

 

The night is alive.

The End

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