Lightning crosses the almost black skies. Sam flinched. Clouds send a downpour of water to the grounds, making Sam feel like there’s a heavy weight on her shoulders. She runs faster – although she is already soaking wet.
She is going to get one hell of a cold tomorrow – she was positive about that.
She sighs loudly as she entered the room and turned left to hang up her wet coat.
„That’s a tough thunderstorm for this season, isn’t it?“
She stopps dead in her motion… breathe, breathe, said a voice in the back of her mind… Instead she gasps.
The coat falls to the ground….
Horrified her eyes are wide open, her skin palesa nd pales, her breath starts to pick up speed. She doesn’t dare to turn to the voice. Besides,… she doesn’t need to.
Another thunder could be heard not to far away. The thunderstorm seems to be getting closer.
Again… thunder… lightning… and in between she heard glass shattering.
Broken… broken… irremediable…. Tears start to stream down her face. Don’t cry, don’t cry, tried the soft voice to reassure her, to calm her…
She swallows slowly and with some difficulty.
Another deafening sound could be heard. Only this time… it wasn’t a thunder…