Absent Bridges: Part I

The Stormy Night

On this stormy night, Jhanvi was sitting beside her mother's headstone as the black clouds loomed over the horizon. Lightening flashed, answered by thunderous roars. She stayed still looking at the war between the natures forces as her heartbeat dropped. The boom of thunders and the bright glares didn't seem to awake her from this numbness. As the nature was performing its dance of destruction, she remembered how her mother would lay beside her covering her ears blocking the sound of thunder every November. The more brutal the night got, the more entangled she got between reality and memories. As a lightening bolt came, tearing the sky into two parts, she outburst her heart open. Soaked, she tried to walk with what's left inside of her. She walked hoping the sheets of water falling from dark skies would lead her somewhere. This was the fiercest storm that ever hit the town, just like the storm that hit her inside. A long black car stopped by her. It was her father who was looking for her. He took her home and told her she didn't need to attend school the next day. She was now alone covered with sheets of quilts, staring at the glowing stickers on the ceiling. She stayed awake most of the night and fell asleep as soon as the roars of the night calmed themselves. *buzz buzz* her alarm rang; It was a Monday morning. She got dressed and was ready to answer all the stupid questions people at school would ask about the recent catastrophe.