.A little short story.
He was a dark and stormy knight, and I was just a maiden in distress. Ok, maybe he wasn't a knight, but he sure was handsome, and had beautiful dark hair. And, well, he wasn't stormy, the night was.
I was driving home from a really late event. I'm a violinist, see, and I play professionally in the orchestra. It wasn't quite the glamourous job I had once thought it would be, it was mostly just hard work. Except when we play pieces I just fall in love with, and then I remember why I had wanted this career.
So, back to the story. A small group of us from the orchestra were playing a little chamber music at a very high-class restaurant until quite late at night. It was a wedding party, a second marriage for both of them, and they wanted the classical romantic stuff, like Pachobel's Canon, Albinoni's Adagio, ect. After packing up our equipment we managed to get out of there around 2:00 in the morning. And that is when the rain started. At first it was just a drizzle, but then it got harder and harder, until I could barely see to drive. I pulled off unto the shoulder, and just as I turned off the key all the hairs on my neck stood up. The car was sliding, slowly, picking up speed. I gripped the steering wheel in horror, trying to peer through the confusing sheets of rain. All I could see was.... nothing! It started sliding faster, downhill, and I had no idea what lay in front of me. Was it a river? Was it a cliff? Was I about to die? My heart was pounding faster than hummingbird's wings, loud as sledgehammer. I was just about to scream at the top of my lungs, like they do in cartoons, when the car thudded, or rather smushed, to a stop. Well, anyways, it was stopped. And I had not gone over a cliff, or sank in a river. I was not dead.
I reached my right hand over to unbuckle my seatbelt, and then I slowly opened the door. The rainwater started pouring over me, soaking me from head to toe, pulling my hair out or its clip, making my clothes all stick to me. I stood up, and it felt like I had sunk into a mud pie. I tried to look around, but I couldn't see a thing. My headlights were gone, smashed up I thought. The back lights were not bright enough to reach the ground, they were just lighting up the rain, making it sparkle as it fell past. The rain on my legs was all blowing sideways. Wait, sideways? I looked down. Sure enough, I had ended up in a ditch creek much swollen by this flash flood. I just about swore.
My thoughts went to the equipment I was carrying in the back of the car. I looked inside, and saw the water swirling around in my car, no way out. I leaned through, opening the other side door before it pooled. Everything that was below the back seat would be starting to get wet. MY VIOLIN!! I had put it at the bottom!! Suddenly I was in a mad scramble to move stuff, pile it anywhere, everywhere. Soon there was a precarious mountain piled under the back window.
Suddenly there was a warm rich voice near my shoulder. “Need any help?”
I turned around and looked at him, gave him a once-over. From what I could sense in the pitch black, he was tall, and dark-haired. “Yeah, I could use a hand. I have to get my violin out, its right at the bottom, getting soaked.”
“What would you like me to do?”
I stared at him, trying to think of something that would be useful. Suddenly my sarcastic side took over.“Why don't you slide your car in here next to mine, and them we can move all my stuff into yours?”
He stared, dumbstruck I think, and then started laughing. I turned away and piled furiously. I was sure I would get no help from him now. However, he opened the door on the other side and started carefully piling things on his side of the car.
I found my violin on top of the box of sheet music. The bottom of the case was sopping wet. I hurriedly opened up the case in the dryness of the car, and looked in. The violin was barely damp! He must have seen the huge grin on my face, because he said “Is everything fine then?”
“Yes!” I responded. I was happy enough to hug him, but I didn't.
“Well, the rain has slowed a bit, want to carry over and put it in my car? I can drive you over to my house, its only about 3 minutes away. You can get all dried up and then we can call a tow truck.”
I was a little surprised, and, perhaps, worried, at his kind offer, but what else could I do? I sure couldn't stay out here. I accepted his offer with a little trepidation at the thought of being alone with this stranger, in his power. However, by the end of the night I had found him to be courteous and caring, sensitive and strong, wise and witty. He was a real gentleman, a knight in shining armour.