Waiting Through the Storm
The Sun Will Shine Again
A relentless storm raged against Joseph. The wind was a howling banshee spitting frigid hail. Bores blacker than the louring sky crashed against his dinghy’s frail cherry wood.
His eyes darted in every direction, praying for a lighthouse.
There was nothing to see but hateful, churning water.
***
Joseph blinked back to reality, away from the waves. The doctor’s office was uninvitingly breezy.
“Do you understand what I’ve told you?” The doctor asked dispassionately. Joseph nodded. He could almost feel the tumor rattling in his skull.
Without another word, Joseph returned home and desperately prayed for the storm to break.
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Milo Blake
Hi there!
I'm a screenwriter who's trying to get better at fiction prose. I'm an all-around nerd for anything sci-fi, fantasy, and horror.
I hope you enjoy what I have, and thanks for reading!
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