Flash Fiction: Thoughts On A Storm

Mr. Daniel Robinson, father of three, groaned in displeasure as he leaned sideways against the window of the cabin he had rented for his family. He cocked his head down, looking up to see the darkened skies, the violent winds, and the barrage of rain that battered the modest abode.

He had planned on having a nice in-the-woods few days vacation with his family, but everything seemed to be going wrong and even the weather was being uncooperative, as they were all now stuck inside. His fourteen-year old, Alice, and nine-year-old, Taylor, were sitting on the floor, playing a relaxed game of chess.

“I love storms,” Alice smiled; as if one cue, a loud thunderclap shook the wooden cabin. “They’re awesome,” she continued, “And serve well as a reminder of the power of nature, and its unrestrained might that we will never master. Even if this storm completely obliterates us and wipes us away, tearing this cabin to splinters and throwing our limp bodies across the forest, will it not only more provocatively serve as a reminder of the triumph of the trees over the people?”

Taylor blinked, raising an eyebrow at his sister. “What the heck are the talking about?”

Daniel smiled.

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