Rosewood

Rosewood

A Story by ben

Loving the grizzled face of husband Jack, his image fades out to where she is in front of germaniums in need of watering. Such a simple task, up she floats through the levels of sleep until a cold hand pulls her back into the abyss. Syringe discarded; and after a quick check to the I.V. port and surrounding tissue, the man upon a swivel stool, goes to remembering the faces of those who have brought him to this point. Of their sacrifice. Celebrating this occasion certainly warrants a sip or two, and with that, leaves the woman where she lies.

Meanwhile, baffled meteorologists take to the late-night airwaves in doing what they can in explaining the strange weather phenomenon occurring directly over the city. “Over a dozen or more lightning strikes have been reported as this dense mass remains on top of us. And, for those of you venturing out, there are gusts as high as sixty miles an hour. Remarkable. One more piece of news is that well over an inch of rain has fallen since last measured an hour ago and, unfortunately, from the looks of it, there is no signs of this mass breaking apart soon. So, unless there is a need, by all means, stay indoors.”

Clark barely turns his head when he says to Louise, “Like the weatherman said, we need to wait this out.”  Louise puts her hand on top of his. “Can’t remember it ever being like it is now.” Clark curls his hand out from under to where their palms meet, Louise slipping her fingers between his as they sit awhile in riding out the storm.

Across the street and a half block east of Clark and Louise, a bolt of lightning strikes the Emerson’s oak tree and although a stubborn wood, where once stood a tree, has become a gigantic torch lighting up all of third street. Such a fire draws out the neighbors, and of those willing to withstand the drenching downpour, all come to an agreement that nature will put out what it started. Oak, a long burning soul, soon has the first of a row of elm trees bursting into flames. Panic ensues, kids and pets howling. West of all that which is going on, Clark powers down the screen and after helping Louise off the couch, the two take turns using the bathroom. Afterwards, and back to bed, both kiss the other goodnight.

© 2020 ben


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Rosewood Rosewood

A Story by ben


Rosewood Rosewood

A Story by ben


Rosewood Rosewood

A Story by ben