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Orphans Of The Storm
Date: 3/5/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: Tinastits2, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
and hear the thunder moving further away. "Oh, that's a shame, I think it's going to stop raining." she says. She was right, the hot sun breaks free from behind the clouds, and quickly heats the wet ground. We watch fascinated as the steam whispers upwards from the tarmac road, moving in little billowing clouds like ghostly partners in some imaginary line dance. A humid stillness takes over, replacing the powerful drama with a frightening silence. As if someone has pressed a button on the remote control, and changed the channel. Nothing moves, the trees have become statues, and I can no longer hear the ever present call of the gulls down by the nearby Mississippi. It captures our crazy intimate moment perfectly, and I rub my finger gently over the delicate skin on the back of her hand. I haven't felt like this in a long time; I want to kiss her and to hold her in my arms, and tell her how I feel. Yet, I'm too scared. It all seems too good to be true. Nobody falls in love at first sight do they? Except maybe in the movies. Am I being ridiculous, perhaps she's always this tactile; I'm almost old enough to be her father for god's sake. "My folks are dead," she quietly says, as if it was an everyday observation. "My mum died seven years ago. Why are people always dying Peter?" I don't know what to say, I was never great at sharing my emotions. However, my struggle with her question doesn't trouble me for long, because a frightening noise suddenly fills the heavy air and changes ...