100 Words - Thunder
Thunder wakes me in the small hours.
I press myself upright, sheet sliding to my waist, and she makes a sleepy murmur of protest, as my arm slips from her and cold air nips her shoulders.
The next rumble is nearer, rattling the windows, and she starts up beside me. Raindrops begin to pound on the roof, and the rolling crash comes again and again.
There are soft words, which the storm drowns, but we can see expressions, brief flashes in the lightning-pierced darkness. It’s enough.
She pulls me to her, and our limbs tangle, while thunder peals around us.
I press myself upright, sheet sliding to my waist, and she makes a sleepy murmur of protest, as my arm slips from her and cold air nips her shoulders.
The next rumble is nearer, rattling the windows, and she starts up beside me. Raindrops begin to pound on the roof, and the rolling crash comes again and again.
There are soft words, which the storm drowns, but we can see expressions, brief flashes in the lightning-pierced darkness. It’s enough.
She pulls me to her, and our limbs tangle, while thunder peals around us.