Title: Dark Clouds
Source: Weekly Writing Challenge #170
The five words: LATE, STORM, FRAME, STRIKE, WRAP
Word count: 370 words
“Mom, we’re gonna be late,” Carrie yelled as she ran to the minivan. The large equipment bag hung from her shoulder, bouncing on her hip and her leg as she ran. She gripped the strap of the backpack slung over the top of equipment bag to keep it from sliding and crashing to the ground.
Missy stood under the gym canopy with the other moms while the girls chatted. She clicked the fob, unlocking the door for Carrie.
“Looks like it going to storm,” Rina said pointing to the dark clouds on the horizon.
Missy nodded, worry lines creased her forehead. She had checked her phone, finding angry red blotches on the radar display. It projected the storm would run straight at them.
“Mom lets go.”
Missy said goodbye to Rina, waved to the girls and hurried to the van.
The van’s windshield framed a massive lightning strike. Missy jumped, and Carrie screamed then giggled nervously. Blinded by the brilliant flash Missy felt the hair on her neck and arms stand on end. She blinked, trying to focus on the highway in front of her. Thunder cracked and boomed around her, slamming through her chest and rocking the van.
More lightning flashed, rippling across the sky, pulling giant chains of thunder through the sudden blackness it left behind. It was morning, but the sky was dark as night.
“Oh man,” Carrie said as she rubbed her hands over, her bare arms.
Then, almost on cue fat raindrops pelted the windshield and obliterated their view of the highway. Missy slowed the van and turned the wipers on high. The rain rose to the challenge and fell harder as the wipers danced. All around them the storm raged, and Missy slowed the van, pulling onto the shoulder before she stopped. It didn’t take long for the windows to fog as the temperature changed.
Carrie dug a hoodie from her bag, wrapping it around her in the sudden chill. They sat, huddled in the van and watched the greatest show on earth.
As the storm diminished Carrie reached over and held her mom’s hand.
“What a cool reason to be late.”
Missy smiled at her daughter and pulled back onto the highway.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer