LIke a Candle in the Wind (The Old Man and the Storm)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
When one notices the untamed rage of a storm, it is hard not to wonder at how lucky we are to survive each time. But to be virtually unprotected in a storm......
Well, in that case, you are like a candle in the wind.

Submitted: September 30, 2007

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Gazing to the west, he could practically feel the tension in the air. The dark clouds seemed to growl, wishing him harm. Lightning flashed and the guttural roar of thunder pulled him out of his thoughts, and he rather nervously ran into the little shack, a scab on the barren landscape. As though it were uttering a challenge, the thunder rolled, causing the man to turn in mid-stride. He glared, but the look was dulled by the memories of a time long past. He shook the thought away and made it to the dilapidated shack just as the deluge hit. The rain hit the tin roof like the bullets of a gun, causing him to involuntarily duck down for a second. A glance out the window was rewarded by a spectacular bolt of lightning followed by a tremendous boom of thunder, causing the small house to shudder as though it were frightened.
The man carefully sat in his musty old chair, previously owned by two generations of his family. A small cloud of dust rose, triggering a loud sneeze. Another flash of lightning caused him to jump involuntarily at the twisted shadows upon the wall. He braced himself for the coming clap of thunder, yet still it reached him within his shield.
Moments later, the lightning vanquished the house’s electricity, bathing the tiny room in sooty darkness. The man carefully rose out of his chair, his bones creaking in protest, and was greeted by another rumble of thunder. The barrage on the roof became far more severe as hail began to assault the man’s fortress. Every clunk sounded like the firing of a cannon, accentuated by the elongated thunder. The bolts of lightning added to the effect, and for a moment, the storm became a concert performance. Then, the effect was shattered as a piece of ice, bigger than a softball, came hurtling through the single window. Immediately, the storm became louder, as though it were strengthening its attack. In a rush fueled by his fear, the man dashed into the tiny kitchen and lit a candle. The man cautiously made his way to the dark gap to inspect the damage. His candle struggled to stay lit in the face of the harsh wind. The man shielded the flame with his hand, and bent down to get a closer look. There! There in the middle of the carnage was the culprit, so calm compared to a moment before. The man was so preoccupied by the chunk of ice that he did not even notice the next barrage until the shard of tin was inches from his head. The last thing he saw was his candle extinguishing. Norman was dead.


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