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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