Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Lightning Storms

As the sky bruised up with oranges and purples from the setting sun, the air became heavy and thick with humid static. Little lizards scrambled as I opened the door. The flashes and rolls of electric blue were distant. It wouldn't be until later, when I was sleeping in bed that the wind would rear up and Thor would crack the sky with his hammer as if it was a midnight egg.

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