A Dark & Stormy Night

Indeed it was. A sky full of fluffy clouds soon became a boiling cauldron.

Wind-whipped, I stood on the gravel road breathing in the coming storm.

Autumn leaves, ripped from the poplars, blew past me. Spruce, stark against the clouds, began to shift and shake.

The roar of air gone wild filled my ears.

Then darkness enveloped me.

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