wake in your bed but be floating at sea with a storm coming to drench your raft and your spirit

Wake in your bed but be floating at sea with a storm coming to drench your raft and your spirit

fiction
Edward w Pritchard


Thunder rumbles for forty to sixty seconds after a flash of lightening at sea. There is nothing else to listen to at the moment. Count off the seconds to be sure of the distance.

How did you come to be here instead of somewhere else; why are you now about to confront a storm at sea?

So many random occurrences have been unobserved yet cumulatively they are critical to what is about to happen next.

Wake in your bed but be floating at sea with a storm coming to drench your raft and your spirit.

Count off the seconds between the lightening flash and the end of the growling of the rolling thunder.

Any place that provides sanctuary in a storm is a welcome place to be.