October 17th, 2005

tank girl


InclementA flash of lightning lit the room, but the following clap of thunder was almost drowned out by a primal scream of frustration. Rachel was cursing the thunder gods for killing the power. It was an enlightening example of imaginative swearing.

"I take it the UPS hasn't shown up?" There was no answer, but Dawn could swear she heard grinding teeth.

Dawn gasped as the next flash of lightning illuminated a bedraggled figure clutching a sodden box.

"You're five minutes too late, Andrew." Rachel's voice was low and menacing.

Dawn wasn't sure the puddle at Andrew's feet was entirely rainwater.


open_on_sundaychallenge #134: thunder/lightning
Part of the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse