Pic-A-Story weekly challenge #1
Stormy Memories
The striking flashes of the lightnings illuminated the night sky with finger-like streams of white. A fiery thunderstorm menaced to unleash the fury of nature with the rampant sound of the collapsing clouds over the nearby mountains. Thunders clashed echoing in the building's wall and the structure vibrated. That scared me the most. I could stand the intermittent intervals of flashes, even though they made my placid dreams vanish away, but the thumping loud sound made me shiver.
A fiery gust opened the terrace's double folded doors and the first drops of rain marked their landing on the laminated wooden floor, like scattering ink on a paper. The sheer curtains flailed frantically and the smell of the moistened pavement filled the air.
I ventured to walk out the terrace, trying to overcome my fear of thunders. I stood barefooted by the balcony's handrails and let the raindrops fall on my face. I closed my eyes feeling the cold caress of the pouring rain.
A thunder broke and I startled back. With the next flash of light, images of the night my parents were assassinated popped in my head.
It was a stormy night. I was hidden inside the closet. Daddy told me to do so when we heard the shattering sound of a broken windowpane. Sitting on the floor, my back on the rear end of the wardrobe, I peeped through the closet door's thin gaps. A thunder... A shot... A scream! I covered my mouth to suffocate my own cries.
Mom appeared in my room. "Please... No... Please!" She begged, kneeling on the floor.
A thunder hid the sound of the firing gun... But I saw the flare beaming in the room, along with the lighting flashes in the sky. Mommy plummeted to the floor, dead, her empty eyes staring blankly to where I hid.
The stranger advanced towards the closet. I crawled back to find again the rear wall, below the perched clothes. Curled down, I watched from the shadows the knob spinning slowly to the left and I closed my eyes... In the distance the police car sirens were heard, and his steps as he hustled out the bedroom.
My Pic-A-Story Weekly Inspiration
This image inspired me to write a short story based on a woman who's parents were killed in a stormy night. Thunders brings back memories of that fatigue event when she was a girl.
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