51 - Maeve
After another long day of floor sanding or heavy-duty gardening, I took a shower, then a stroll to keep tabs on the Stella’s repairs, then stopped by the Kon, then at Mel’s diner place, then back to the house.
I was smiling as I arranged the short bed.
I had dropped in the small bed and was out of the world until a white flash and an ear-shattering crack of thunder shook the house. Almost on cue, loud drops hit the windowpane, turning into a continuous sheet of water.
I bounced off the bed in pitch darkness. The little night light had gone off. I pressed the commutator button, and found out that the electricity was out.
Rain spattered on the roof shingles, the wind slapping dead leaves against my window. The insulation left a lot to desire. I felt cool air seeping through
