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

mosquito

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.

Full House

stormy-cloud-night

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.’

### Copyright @ Eric Alagan, 2017 ###

14 comments

    1. Thank you, Robbie

      For your visit and comment. Yes, you’re right many of these flash fiction can be expanded into short stories and more.

      All good wishes,
      Eric

  1. Eric dear,

    How can you place an image of a mosquito and call it “Sound of Sleep”. Smack, dead ! Now that is sound of sleep.

    1. LOL! Now, that’s probably a better title – ‘Smack, dead!’

      Brother Grinn: How about – Splat, dead – Brother Grinn?
      Brother Grinn: Nope! Splat is like smacking into a glass pane or wall.
      Brother Grinn: Clap dead – Brother Grinn?
      Brother Grinn: Not much of a celebration for the mozzy, Brother Grinn.
      Brother Grinn: I got it, Brother Grinn – Slap, dead!
      Brother Grinn: This is not the golden age of Hollywood and you don’t go around slapping females – even the mozzy variety.
      Brother Grinn: Some golden age that, Brother Grinn.
      Brother Grinn; Yup! Nowadays you can’t even kill a woman in the movies.
      Brother Grinn; Yup, Brother Grinn. Only drones can kill women.

    1. I only had this opening as a standalone – but now that you mention it, Wolfie, I might just challenge myself and see where this leads.
      All good wishes and great to have you return,
      Eric

  2. “it was a dark and stormy night” brings Arthur Noyes to mind:

    The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
    The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
    The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
    And the highwayman came riding—
    Riding—riding—

    Such poetry! Your dark and stormy intro’s have that same sense of foreboding as though nature is in tune or maybe predicting human events,

    1. Hello Jane,
      And thank you for sharing Arthur Noyes.
      Whenever Snoopy, seated atop his kennel, started on one of his stories – it would bring me a smile. This has been the first time I tried my hand with this classic (which has become a joke of sorts).
      Thank you for your visit and comment – and yes, writers often use the environment as the silent (but loud) character.
      Cheers 🙂
      Eric

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