Lightning tore the night apart.
Thunder roared.
Blinds rattled.
Rain bucketed down the windowpanes.
Wind wailed around the corners.
The storm in all its primal force pulsated through the land.
In a dark shelter two bodies sought warmth and found it in each other. Two strangers joined by a primal force conceived a new life.
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5 comments:
Nothing better to do during a storm :) Very well done my friend. I liked this :)
Excellent. Could that primal force be fate?
thom - no wonder there's kind of a baby boom around here what with all the crap weather we're getting
christopher - thank you. and who knows... i'm not exactly a believer in fate
And here I was wondering if this was a confession. ;)
Storms and passion do seem to go hand-in-hand.
Gorgeous.
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