A Storm to End All Storms

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story about a girl and a guy who meet unexpectedly during hurricane Sandy.

Submitted: December 22, 2012

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Submitted: December 22, 2012

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The news was going bonkers. Everybody was going frantic over another hurricane. Some of the shelves in Walmart were empty, and at the front of the store, there was an emergency meal packet package with 40 powdered meals in it. The Weather Channel said that this hurricane was not a typical category 1 hurricane because of the size, but they say that every year.
I went in to exchange a pair of jeans that fit too tightly. The exchange was not that difficult, and before long I was browsing the isles. Once I finished shopping, I went back to the car. The winds were really beginning to pick up now, and I felt that it would be a good idea to go back home.
On the way, I saw a poor little puppy, about 2 years old, sniffing the ground looking for a place to stay. I pulled over and beckoned the dog to come over. The dog took the bait, and he got into the car. Once inside, he nestled over to the other door and curled up into a little ball. By now, the winds began to really pick up. The dog and I both knew it, but the dog felt safe. Somehow he knew that I would take good care of him.
I came home, let the dog out of the car, and together we went into the house. It was then that I realized that I had very little firewood to start a fire with. The winds could not have been more than 25 miles per hour, so I weathered the situation and proceeded to walk out of the door to get some firewood from the backyard. Before I went out of the door, however, my eye caught the pooch jump onto the couch to make himself at home. I decided to deal with it when I came back, and walked out the door.
The winds really blew forcefully at my face, but I needed firewood, so I weathered it. I collected about 5 nice logs and started the walk toward my house. The wind continued to attack me, but what needed to be done needed to be done.
I came into the house and set the wood down. I then went over to deal with the pooch. Those cute little puppy eyes looked up at me, and it softened my heart. Nevertheless, rules are rules, and I certainly did not want dog hair on my beautiful leather couch. So I called the dog off. Pooch surprisingly obeyed, and it was a little shocking. Next, I checked to see if pooch had a collar, so that I could get his name. He didn't, so I decided to just say commands.
Somebody needed to make the fire, and since I was the only human in the house, I decided that it was me. I picked up some newspaper that way lying around, and proceeded to load the fireplace with it. I then bombed it with loads of miniature twigs. I then proceeded to light the match, and I watched the bomb explode, slowly, but explode nonetheless. Next, I fed it with a few small logs, and watched my child grow. Finally, I loaded a couple of my large logs and sat back in my favorite chair. Pooch huddled next to me, curling into that little ball that was ever so cute.
I decided to go back outside and gather a few more logs. When I got up, pooch lifted up his head and stared at me. We must have looked at each other for about 30 seconds before pooch laid his head again. I then proceeded outside. When I got to the door, my ears finally picked up on the whistling sounds of the wind. The wind definitely picked up a little, it must now be about 30 miles per hour. So I decided to go to my weight room and pick up a couple of 10 pound weights to weigh my body down more. Then, I proceeded back to the door.
The wind was definitely a much stronger enemy than before. I guess it was a good idea for me to weigh myself down with a few weights. I looked back, and pooch was staring at me through the window, worriedly. I began to get attached to this dog, and felt the warmth of the dog’s love as I gathered about 5 more big logs for the fire. I then pushed my way back inside and placed the wood next to the fireplace.
It was not long before the power went out. However, I already prepared for it, and I had my windup radio flashlight with cell phone charger next to me. I tuned it into the news, and listened to the weathermen rant and rave about the power of this category one hurricane. The news was talking about major evacuation plans and how the New Orleans levees broke again. New Orleans just could never get a break. I guess it is the designer’s fault for designing a city below sea level that is near a sea. Stupidity should hurt.
Before long, I realized that it was dark, so I got up and grabbed an electronic lantern that I kept in case of these hurricanes. I placed the batteries into it, and checked it to see if it worked. It did, and I came back to my chair only to find pooch on the couch again. I called pooch off, and he obeyed.
“Deja vu.” I thought to myself as I sat down again. I grabbed pooch and placed him on my lap to pet him. This was much appreciated by him, and I really liked the warmth that pooch gave to me. Suddenly, we heard a loud screeching sound followed by a crash. Pooch jumped out of my lap in shock, and I also jumped a little. We both stared at each other for a minute, both of us thinking the same thing.
I grabbed the weights again and went out the front door to see what happened. I saw a car smashed against a tree; the driver hobbling out of the car yet holding on for dear life. I ran over and offered some assistance. She accepted, and we hobbled into my house together. When we entered the door, pooch was right there, his tail wagging. He was definitely happy to have a visitor. I laid her down on the couch, and pooch started licking her hand. She looked up at me, and then over at pooch, then back at me.
“Thank you for helping me.” She said as I checked to see if she was hurt.
“You’re welcome.” I said back.
She moved her hand to pet pooch; pooch accepted this gesture openly and laid down next to her. After a few minutes of this, she sat up and said,
“I don’t mean to be a bother, but I did not have dinner and am wondering if there is anything to eat.”
“Oh, it’s no bother.” I responded. “Here, let me get you something.”
“Oh, thanks.” She said back.
I went over to the cupboard and got some bread. Then I went over to the ice box, which is where I moved all of the perishables, picked it up, and moved everything over to where we were sitting.
“What do you want on your sandwich?” I asked.
“Well, what do you have?” She responded.
“I have American cheese, swiss cheese, turkey, smoked ham, salami, and provolone.”
“I will take salami, provolone, and smoked ham.”
“Ok, what toppings do you want. I have pickles, ketchup, ranch, mustard, and mayo.”
“I will take mayo.”
“Ok.”
I then proceeded to make her the sandwich. When I was done, I gave it to her. She began to eat it immediately. Then, I began to make a sandwich for pooch. This sandwich consisted of a mound of ham, turkey, and salami. I placed it in a bowl and put it before pooch. He willingly accepted it, and began to chow down. Then I got up to get him some water. Pooch must have already known, and he watched me get it. Once I gave it to him, he began to slobber and slurp until it was almost all gone.
“You have a nice dog.” She said
“Um, actually the dog is not mine. I found him looking for a place to stay while I was driving home. So I just picked him up and drove home with him.”
“Oh.” She said while she laughed.
The pooch rolled into another little ball again, and yawned. The girl finished her sandwich and laid back down.
“So, this is one wild storm.” I said.
“Sure is. I don’t know what I was doing driving in it during the night.”
“Oh, well, we all make mistakes.”
“But the car is wrecked, my parents will be mad. I borrowed the car to go grocery shopping because mine ran out of gas and...”
“I’m sure that your parents will not mind so much considering this storm hit very quickly.”
“Oh, well, I guess you’re right.”
Pooch was sound asleep; he was also breathing heavily.
“So, do you have a name?” I asked.
“Yes, it’s Lucy.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Lucy. My name is John.”
“Oh, well it’s nice to meet you as well.”
“So, Lucy, how old are you?”
“I’m 23. I do not live at home, I was just here visiting my parents who live up the road.”
“Ok.”
“I guess I should give them a call.”
“It might be a good idea.”
“Ok, can I use your phone?”
“Sure. Here you go.”
I gave her my phone. She told me that the service was very choppy. I agreed. She then proceeded to speak to her parents over the phone.
After the conversation, she gave me my phone back, and asked where the bathroom was.
“It’s down the hall, second door on your left.”
“Thanks!”
She got up to use it; after a few minutes she came back and sat down at the couch.
“So, how old are you, John?”
“I am 26.”
“Where did you go to college?”
“I went to Regent University in Virginia Beach, Virginia.”
“Oh, I went to Liberty.”
“Really? How did you like it?”
“I actually thought it was ok. I would recommend it, but I would be very careful about the people there.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought when I visited it.”
“I really loved all of the activities.” She said.
“I agree. There is no possible way that you can be bored there.”
“Totally.”
“Well, Lucy, do you want to do something?”
“Like what?”
“Anything, we can listen to the radio, play a game. We cannot play video games though because of the power, but there is so much more that we can do.”
“I guess we could listen to the radio.”
“Sounds great to me. What station do you want?”
“How about Christian Contemporary?”
“Ok.”
I turned the radio back on and tuned it into the local Christian radio station.
“Ooo. I like this song!” She said.
The song was He Said by Group 1 Crew.
“I like it too. It is definitely one of the better Christian songs on the airwaves. My personal favorite, though, is Me without You.”
“Ooo, I really like that song.”
“I know right. They should play songs like that instead.”
“When I was at Liberty, they played a variety of songs on their station.”
“I know, I listen to The Light all the time! That is definitely one of the better Christian Radio stations on the air.”
“Oh totally.”
“Well, I guess I will go to bed. We have a long day tomorrow. This storm is supposed to stay for a while.”
“I guess you are right. Well, good night.”
“Good night.”
The storm must have blown over during the night because the earth seemed calm and complacent when I awoke the next morning. The birds were up singing their usual jingles to each other, and I heard no new whistling tunes from the wind.
Whining coming from the door.
Oops. I guess I have to let the pooch out.


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