Paper Box

Chapter XXI

He cracked his eyes open to a slit, unable to open them any more because of the pounding rain. His raft was moving in every direction possible, doing the storms bidding. The storm was screaming back, with its howling winds smacking Joe's raft back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Joe, through the hazy mist and the torrential downpour, could see almost nothing, but could make out a few things: the intense waves rising higher and...oh no...a waterspout. Joe felt himself start to rise, for he had already shut his eyes as tight as he could. He slowly opened them, just as he and the raft started to spin, and what he saw made him nearly let go of the small, fragile raft. He saw him and the raft slowly rise, spin, and then...enter the waterspout. Joe was screeching at the top of his lungs, for he didn't really have a clue what was happening. There was a great big splash, and then a bright light, that started to get brighter, until the light started to form into a brilliant door! Then...the door vanished, the water rushed itself back onto Joe, and the darkness returned.  Joe's eyes snapped awake, thrusting water into his eyes. Joe reached for the raft. His outstretched hand couldn't...reach...the raft. His vision faded. Then, he saw and outstretched hand. He grabbed it. He was pulled aboard his measly raft, looked up, and saw a bring of pure light, right before he passed out.

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