AFTER THE STORM
“Ouch! Hey, watch where you’re stepping!”
“Sorry. I was taking pictures of the moon breaking through.”
“What’s the big deal? The moon’s out every night.”
“Not bursting through the center of heavy storm clouds. Aren’t you glad that vicious storm’s over?”
“That storm destroyed my home and killed my dog. The moon won’t change any of that. Now move!”
He shoved past, and she froze, remembering how, years before, Hurricane Katrina had robbed her of her home, her husband, and her son.
Suddenly, she looked up and refocused her camera. It was important to remember that storms didn’t last forever.
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
Looking forward to getting through the storm of next week’s back surgery. 🙂
Yes. Hang in there. Just concentrate on how happy you’ll be when it’s all over.
That I will. It’s all in the Lord’s hands (and via the surgeon’s wisdom He has given them.)
Yours is the second interpretations I’ve seen of this prompt, both are excellent.
Thanks, Gilly.
Sorry. First thing I thought of when I read “destroyed my home and killed my dog” was “country and western song”.
Dear Sandra,
Lovely piece about letting go and moving on. Believable dialogue.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle.
I liked this! A little anger but still moving on…
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