Prompts # 81 - 83
Prompt 81: Thunder
The thunder didn’t wake him; a loud noise in London was nothing to disturb your slumber over. No, what woke him was not the pane rattling boom that followed lightning. No, instead what woke him was the nearly inaudible sound of small bare feet on wood.
“Pater?” Georgiana whispered. Sherlock looked to the ajar door his daughter filling the space, clutching her stuffed rabbit. He made a space between himself and Irene and patted the bed, Georgiana bounded and curled up.
“Why is thunder so scary?”
“You have no reason to fear, Georgi. Nero isn’t scared.”
“Pater!” Nero screamed.
Prompt 82: Lightning
Their lips met, drawn together by this force “attraction” physicists had yet to quantify. The second her full, glossy lips met his thin, slightly chapped ones. Lightning struck and everything changed. It was the step, that first step that had halted the dance for so long. They sprang apart, shocked by the electricity between them. Their electrifying kiss.
“Sophie, I-” Nate began. He was tingling all over.
“Don’t Nate, just don’t.” she was tingling too, not wanting his apology to ruin the buzz. She was grounded, but he was a live wire. Lightning struck twice when he kissed her again.
Prompt 83: Rain
Rain melodically fell against the window making those inside very glad to be, and those outside jealous. To those inside what was happening outside only made the scene more cozy. A fire crackled in its place as classical music played softly. Two steaming mugs of tea sat on the sideboard their two owners sat on the sofa, reading. Glasses perched at the same angel on their noses.
Holly twisted Eliot’s hair as she read, slowly, wanting to enjoy the moment. Eliot was nearly asleep. He was warm, comfortable, and with the woman he loved. It was a perfect rainy day.