[#040] Across the Street, It Rained

The storm fell sideways down the street, tearing off the chapel's sign and flipping cars through the windows of the corner drug as it rolled like an avalanche into the center of town. Children huddled in the library with their books, their lore a trifling bulwark against the whirling winds outside. When the wall tore open and the sky poured in, only one small girl survived.

She shivered in the grasp of Summer, as the tempest drank her up into the dark clouds and hung her there like an angel. She clutched the harmonica to her chest and prayed for the sun to break through. As she watched the school split apart beneath her and all the students scatter like leaves, the wind caressed her hair and whispered:

"Encore..."