Challenged myself with a prompt: It was a dark and stormy night. Thank you Edward Bulwer-Lytton.
Here goes – an appetizer followed by the main course. No dessert, as you’ll know why after the main course.
Sound of Sleep
It was a dark and stormy night and Raju welcomed it. Usually, the hot humid weather meant he could not wrap himself against the maddening mosquitoes. Tonight, he’ll cocoon himself and sleep deep and undisturbed.
It was a dark and stormy night and Flo eyed the new comer with growing wariness—so many diners this late. The place had filled, as if the rain had driven the rats to shelter.
She sighed with relief when the flashing blue and red pulled up outside. Moments later, the bell tinkled and Warren walked in, swatting rain off his glistening windbreaker.
He paused, quickly taking in the unusual number of well-dressed people in the joint. Flo noticed his hand drop to his gun belt as he approached the serving counter.
‘The heavens have really opened up,’ said Flo, not hiding her pleasure at seeing a familiar face.
Warren leaned in and whispered, ‘More like hell had opened up.’ Their eyes met and he continued in his subdued voice. ‘Your truck at the back?’
Flo nodded. Her movement imperceptible.
‘Go on out. Leave your umbrella behind. Make it look like you’re going to get something from the shelves. I’ll meet you at your truck.’
‘What’s going on?’
‘Just came from the old chapel, ten miles off Miles’ place? Grave diggers at work. Or, worse. Fresh soil, empty coffins.’
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